The Weight

Like staring malignancy in the eye

Unbridled confidence

Considered not the weight

Unblinking and content

Instinct

Small cuts keep the wounds anew

Tradition

Burn ties and the apathy grew

Like staring malignancy in the eye

Unbridled confidence

Peripheral headlights of a train

Acceptance creeps in

Like damning the sun for rising again

You can't win

Situational apathy is no way to live

Cross your T's and blind their eyes

Break bread and forget their pledge

Broken promise all but lies

Lurch

Leap forward and sleep at night

Lurch

Come undone arrange for shackled sight

Lurch

Lurch

Instinct

Small cuts keep the wounds anew

Tradition

Burn ties and the apathy grew

Aversion

Dividing line distance less than great

Desertion

Tooth and nail though nothing at stake

Considered not the weight