Busy – why’d it have to be the swan song?
Why’d it have to be the end-all, the be-all
The curtain fall, the easy so-long?
Tried to grab the water, but it dodged my open hand
It fell off my fingers and onto the wasteland
Tired to grab the lifeline, but the cord was short and frayed
I’m falling in negative airspace
I’m that last one of the last one of the dinosaurs
Someone pull my head from the cloudsI’m choking on my own dreamsFor isn’t time we all embraced The world for what it seemsHelp me leave the playing field aloneAnd ignore the underdogEradicate the classic trash andStep out of the sonnet fog Always play by the ancient rules on which […] By Josh Rose