Better Days

They say better days are gone
But what does that mean?
Life in the maze?
Good riddance
Divided & ruled
Overfed & undernourished
Spirit impoverished
Good riddance
We wake with the sun
Make what we can
Use our short time
Alive
Fragile respectful
Strong in our heart
Abstraction has no meaning here
Like mushrooms we rise
From rotten ideas
Consumed themselves
In vile ways
It was considered wise
To surrender your life
Poison your nights
& plan for better days
Now we wake with the sun
Make what we can
Use our short time
Survive
Visceral respectful
Strong in our heart
Abstraction has no meaning
We wake with the sun
Make what we can
Use our time
For love
Hard to explain
Easy to feel
Everything hurts
At least we can be real