The world is full of it,

Of you, of me, of them,

Everything it gobbles up,

Sickness hidden in common throws,

Threads spun together to hide its rows.

Canvas smeared with crimson hue,

Black and tar and water spilled,

Glass scattered on the stair,

The sky keeps rolling by.

Let it out and breathe again,

Hear the scream of the trees,

Listen to the tattered breeze,

Fingers cut and yet still reaching,

How do we keep on hitting?

Vaccine, there must be one,

It has to exist somewhere in the sun,

A sun that hasn’t shown its face,

Wonder where it went away…

When did it all get like this?

The mange the fear the tingle fast,

Where we all heave a sigh,

And just keep on going on with normal life.

Am I blind or just can’t see?

What do others seem to be?

I’m confused I want it out,

This buzz of always electronic sound,

I can’t hear my heart its beat,

It’s faltering in the heat.

The world is full of it,

Of you, of them, and maybe me,

It wants it all or nothing, yes,

I don’t think we can win.