Power Drill

Cant see straight
seems like the world is
all these little steps,
to longer, and larger ladders
climbing the bean stock
with nothing
at the end of that rainbow
It seems, we've all been watched
passed upon, when were dirty
talked up, when were looking good
seems like this land ain't round no more
twisted instead
and emotionally speaking
I can deal with it
Ive played that way before
been forced to eat
off the magazine covers
Ive collected at the door
and when my subscriptions gone south
and my powers run out
my color changes,
to a name that hasn't been seen
I hear the rain outside,
collecting all the tears
depleting all their energy,
giving back to the land
and my thoughts come clear,
call it whiteout,
something to press fast forward
in these coming years

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