Disinterest

Twould be a shame


In this crazy game


To lose interest now...


Who’s to blame?




The inane stumblings


Of drunken souls…


Forgotten goals


Ill-fitting roles.




Time passes and


Things fade away


Fall apart


Waiting for the day


When the new


Emerges


And purges


The scourges...




Upon awakening then


In a white-washed den


And all around are men


And you're the only hen...



The routine goes out the window


And every friend can hide a foe


So you come armed: arrow and bow


And hunting your own prey


Hang the status quo...




Interest...


Then,


Keeps.