
And there is a moment
And for a second it all makes sense
And then it slips
And you end up chasing that something-or-other all your life
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And there is a moment
And for a second it all makes sense
And then it slips
And you end up chasing that something-or-other all your life
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A riff, iconic
SoCal boy band new and young
Time has disappeared
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I remember this anger
the slow-simmering boil
clenched tight just above the gut
that sleepless certainty of knowing
you have been wronged
on every scale.
‘Stupid is as stupid does’
But I’m no Forrest
I can see the trees for what they are
the beginning of a long Heart of Darkness
where everything is warped
and wrong and upside down
because even the mood is toxic
and suddenly I can trace the battle scars
fading into the foreground
like that tattoo you forgot about
or those combat boots out back
grown dusty in the shed
the ones that helped you cross
that violent overgrown desert.
And now it’s time
time to take down the gas-mask
and strap on the worn leather
find your trusted binoculars
the ones without the fancy bits
but excellent night vision
now it is time to get out the maps
the combat notes, the exit strategies
and scout almost-forgotten terrain
because you know this is no joke.
this is as real as it gets
this is the old and known
enemy.
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