The pen is mightier than the sword
Until it runs out of ink
That’s when that rainbow connection
Becomes maybe some place for a drink
Nothing being said makes any sense
Nothing is leading anywhere
All I can see is that little girl lost
These days she’s got a vacant stare
Remember waiting to grow up?
And to be old and wise?
But no one told you then
That shady eyes blink twice the lies
Words are very easy to say
But the truth is hidden inside
When the going gets too hard to fake
Watch the piggies go inside and hide
Pollyanna is still weeping
And singing the same old song
It’s sounding like
the boy who cried wolf
One too many times
It’s all sounding tired and dreary
There’s no hint of dopamine
The songs are all sounding
just like cheese whizz
And every day is a bad dream
The chords are just clunky
And cluttering up the truth
Maybe that’s because it’s all lies
More lies said as distractions
Think it’s time for dinner
And time to eat some
humble pie
Copyright ©️ Hans Ebert 2024
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