shipwrack

[fledgist]

there's no occasion to admit defeat

beneath an empty sky of callous blue

in this proud season when we must renew

so many hopes our senses cannot treat

these many messages of the hard street

 as what they are and the time's overdue

for easy answers so the young must rue

what they can't know and old ones lose the beat

we change the era as we change our socks

in solemn mode but yet with little thought

of any deeper meaning in the act

one moment free the next cast on the rocks

with every motion seeming overwrought

our species lost now between truth and fact