Stiff eyes willing to blink and stay shut.Hard eyes willing to embrace the world and open up. Easy lies instilling cries of fear to work up luck. When all most of us always ever really want to do is fuck.Shit out of luck buck. You SHOULD feel stuck.In the middle of the ruck.With heads of strong men pushed against you.All of you Pushing against you.Nothing new.
All of you Pushing forward as you’re hoping hope rolls your way and not theirs Down the rabbit hole containing lions and tigers and bears.
Teeth, least, meets, eat Eat eat.
Just so it doesn’t go down that hole for once. For once be one that leads that never hunts.
I’d love to see your real smile once in a while.If you weren’t caught up in your suit and tie.
I’d love to see your real style once in a while.If you weren’t caught up in your loose lips lies.
If you weren’t caught up keeping those two stiff eyes.
If you weren’t caught up trying to keep up with those two hard eyes.