We're all Sick

Those that have pills for everything,

may survive well for years.

And those who try to break free of them,

leave trails of augmenting tears.

Poor young souls.

Every sin, lie, (there's much to deny), every step to snatch away.

There's friends and foes, no one's foretold, and not one knows which is which.

There's the poor and rich, the young and sick, all ones who-- 

the brave and weak...and those who seek.  All ones who---

The dead and living, and no one's singing, all ones who lose their grace.

What a shame.  What a disgrace.

Reviews

[J. P. Wickwire]

I quite like this-- very lyrical. And it's a good point: we have pills for everything, but do they ever really *fix* the problem? Or just mask them.

Have you ever considered turning it into a song? I can see it as sort of a lilting, waltz-beat, maybe in a minor key, with a major key verse?