Grampfather - Large Garbage

Large garbage piling up in the corners
The stench is seeping into the hall now
When the sun is red
And most overhead
Cooking up all the muck
And the grime now
We're stirring up a soup
We'll soon find out
The taste we made with our rage
As the waste of our residual fates
Metastasizes and propagates
Simultaneously growing and rotting
The cruel hand of time is not stopping
For me or you
It's just doom and bloom
All the time in and out of my mind
Always winding up just to unwind
The carousel of heaven and hell
Goes round and round
And we know that we're bound to
Spill over, unsure of what it all amounts to
Fresh and sweet, you and me
Clean as can be
Though who knows where it all goes
"Out of sight, out of mind"
Won't work this time
I can't see, sky's been screened
From my eyes
Dense as an ancient forest
Like large garbage
Stuck in orbit
I don't need a clean slate
Just some rest and a hot plate
I don't need to stay the course
Having strayed I can see the hidden claymores
Set up for me and you to ensnare us
In some pyramid scheme just to scare us
To make a couple bills
Off of our free will
Large garbage piling up in the corners
Will we persevere or drown as hoarders
Of all things faded and antiquated
How the past piles up
And has you mistaking
What's right before your eyes
And what's beyond the horizon
As the pile builds and plumes
And further occludes your view
You'll know what to do
Ignore the issue
Just like you're used to
Until one day you choose to
Give into or dig through
This great wall of refuse
You'll know what to do
Claw your way out
Where the light slips through
Then we can see, sky's been freed
For our eyes, cleared of years of bias
Now I'm not pious
So I don't think they'll buy this
I can't seem to shake it off
No matter what I tell myself
Well, it's okay, I'll just think and pray
And hope that my hope won't dissipate
Large garbage piling up in the corners
The stench is seeping into the hall now
When the sun is red
And most overhead
Cooking up all the muck
And the grime now
We're stirring up a soup
We'll soon find out
The taste we made with our rage
As the waste of our residual fates
Metastasizes and propagates

Written by:
James Kwapisz

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