you drag your feet
like the day dragged you
wearing defeat
and black and blue
the flesh is cold
the bones they ache
the heart is old
the spirit is fake
how beautiful it’d be
to lie down for an age
to be for ever free
of battles left to wage
but through the ghastly gloom
and the dark of it all
here in this very room
something shows gall
a shaft of sunlight peeps
sinewy golden strong
courage floods in seeps
to whom does it belong?
ignoring the million cares
and the familiar million
sighs
the morning brazen dares.
How will you reply?
ram cobain
