Paper Idols

Years spent on backs, sliding to avoid the tripwires

Stumbled into traps, reluctant yes, all teeth ground down

Jokes that we hated but laughed at

And passion sought but scoffed at

Anxiety and risk outweighed the disappointment

Sandpaper hands and dumpster smiles

Buzzards overhead and targeting their new found meals

For one to live, one must die, in this life

Of paper idols, broken halos

The cataracts of righteousness have hazed the vision of the masses

Of sleepers under overpasses

Two eyes like mine, reduced to wheels

Much unlike old schoolyard fights

There is no win

And the steel dust blows, diamond smiles

The second hand is winding close

We're imploding like varicose

Lay down your cards, lay down your arms, concede

Believe