Tomorrow's Lies
Led astray, into the far away,
the upside down and the backward.
Flick of hair, twirl of straw,
and a few kind words was all that should.
On another day, some other chair,
not a chance would there have been.
Upon stranger's eyes, in darkened corners,
the usual breaks, to sight unseen.
Into the night, pass a light,
to draw deeply upon the unfamiliar.
Along old streets, on unstable feet,
empty doorways, each seem similar.
All the same, with little gained,
never got lost, visited many times before.
Walk away, with glasses to clean,
nothing changes, but name on the door.
Into the known, kiss on cheeks,
friendly smiles, and repeated moves.
Another chore, another checked task,
on a list filled with well-worn grooves.
Over again, with the regular hum,
tunes that will never hit highs.
Trained to death, words rise without waver,
The sounds of habitual lies.
