New Clear Season

You and your sentimentals
Will be carried safely back to sea
The dry shore will be flooded with watered down bodies
It’s written in our nature
Still aimlessly meandering
Resisting the pull for the wrong reasons
Dragging my feet through buildings
On a long enough line of time
Survival rated drop to zero
Throw your typewriter out of the window
Our pageantry is diluted by the forces that be
Our god-like shortcomings nurtured with grandeur
It’s poisoning our children
Steer clear of the fountain
And celebrate a brand new, clear season
It seemed as if drowning would be an unlikely remedy