a passing hope no more

 there's nothing certain not even the rock
on which we pledge we'll build something to last
change always comes and whether slow or fast
it happens before we can pause to take stock
no time we have until we're all in hock
to future hopes and stand before the mast
eager to shred all signs of the soft past
and then things happen and we are in shock
we do not question birds when they pass by
to ask their destination or their hope
but envy that they do not have to stay
we too would like to spread our wings and fly
away from that with which we fail to cope
and in the sky just eat and soar and play

so bloody what

all that's around us echoes hope and clatter
we aren't supposed to object to such joy
since nothing that we do will ever matter

our only task is to condone and flatter
and hope that no one can see through the ploy
all that's around us echoes hope and clatter

we just produce a shitload of raw patter
which when you listen will not swift annoy
since nothing that we do will ever matter

i know you think me madder than a hatter
but that is all the defence i deploy
all that's around us echoes hope and clatter

our only outcome is more idle chatter
a simple gimmick any could employ
since nothing that we do will ever matter

we have no tool that will not chip or shatter
and has more value than a children's toy
all that's around us echoes hope and clatter
since nothing that we do will ever matter

a simple moment then

if we could find a moment just to sigh
you'd understand just what the passage said
a kind of urgent light would fill your head

there's nothing left for you or us to try
we've seen the creature that inspires most dread
if we could find a moment just to sigh

we seem to be at all times under eye
whether we're thinking or acquiring bread
there's nowhere we could choose to be instead
if we could find a moment just to sigh