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It's Just Us Down Here

We grow up on fairy tales

   And Santa Clause 

And for a brief moment

    We believe in magic

But as we grow

   As we get exposed to reality 

As the wheel turns . . .

   We learn the truth

Magic isn’t real

   And this world burns underneath our feet

While we tiptoe on a wire above

   With flames flickering at our heels

Darts being shot down from the ivory towers 

   Bullet’s wiz by our ears

  Bombs drop around us

Satellites record it for the heavens to watch

   Where the grasshoppers clap and laugh at us

While they watch us dance to their whims

  One wrong step away from becoming bacon

. . . We grow up listening to Flick

Believing that us ants have a chance

   We don’t

There are no heroes

   The poison is hope

No one around here would ever take a stand like Flick did

   There are no heroes or villains

What's down here is us

   It’s just us down here . . .

A bunch of damn cowards

With no magic and no chance

   The fairy tales are just stories

Everything you see 

   That’s our fault 


Gulp.


CH 3/9/25

 
 
 

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