Down to Earth

An ode to a captured world

We all wear our chains

We all bear our weight

The doctor says it's cancer

Your lover says she can't stay
The world says
You'd better swallow this
It'll ease the pain and
Help you forget
The bartender pretends to listen
Cause she knows you'll leave a good tip
The priest tells you you're forgiven
Psychologist reminds you
Son, you've got a condition
But don't worry, Doc's got
Just the prescription
An ode to a captured world
Where we're all barely breathing
We'll take our medication then
And spend our lives begging
To be free of it
The doctor says it's over
He is finally at rest
And the state smiles and takes
Its cut, from what's left
And all you remembered to pack
Was regret
If only you had
Or hadn't
The ending might be the same
But the journey, certainly, wouldn't.