Only the Weary

John Mayer said he’s waiting on the world to change

but wars seem to want to rage

we’re facing immovable stumps rooted in the earth

but the world has taken us for all that we are worth

what do we do when we’ve run our last race

when we don’t have a spare ace?

Should we stand firm like trees

and bare the sun burning our leaves.

That was the only covering we had

and we ought to be mad.

Our strings have been yanked like a doll’s from its back

but the knowledge of it is lack

thereof, the blind and fearful

lay prostrate and tremble

brainwashed into believing that this is how it will be

if only they lift their heads, look up and see

that this is not for you and surely it’s not for me.

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