Awaiting Our Dues To Be Paid. Poem by David Lacey

The sky is falling or so I’m told, still reflections tell no tales
You may try to catch the looking glass out, Why try to always fail?
Cast away the beast of burden, he's cursed us now too long
Won’t someone let me know what is it we're running from?
As we lie hogtied, burnt, beaten, left to the wilderness
Pulsating, seeking release from this plain.
We’ll never get anywhere fast, it’s useless
Like a angel placed upon the hillside to sit, to watch the race
As we take it at our own pace, displaced from our forms
Here within a house of glass, with Paranoia staring through us,
Blank expressions rule the day, blank expression are the norm.
Background conversations, halt for the procession of the airwaves
In harmony a river of souls descends into darkness, chaos ensues upon the stairwell
Here we lay lost within our space, waiting for the final piece in the jigsaw to be laid
Awaiting our dues to be paid.