Behind The Curtain

In the waiting room there isn’t a seat

Look to the future but it all seems bleak

Try to believe then you will find sanctuary

And we can bask in the light of eternity

Quick trip from roof to the pavement

Watch as my brain seeps through to the basement

How fast can a man reach terminal velocity?

And how fast can a man flee the country?

And dare I speak so highly of kin and draw up distinctions?

Making well thought decisions without influence

Make a poor choice then plead ignorance

I’m fragile and unstable

I live my life based on Aesop’s fables

But trip up on every sentence

If we treat grief with reverence

I pay my respects to the clerk

He looks at me benevolent

And there’s wealth from all this suffering

As I pay my respects to the clerk

He walks away muttering

Sick to my stomach with nothing to find

I've got no place to be but I’m always in line

It’s not about you ‘cause I won’t give you the pride

Was it something I said?

No, I’m always in line

Nothing to show but middle class dating

When your taste in people is amazing

Then we’ll sit down and eat a catered lunch

I can’t breathe and I haven’t for months

And in the end there’s broken bones

Tears pour from broken homes

There’s something here but it seems uncertain

With subtle nods from behind the curtain

Nothing to show and what comes next but passport photos and a shared address

Redemption comes in the form of a joke;

There isn’t any, but we still have hope