At the corner of the street
he is recycling
all of his sentiments
organising his memories
repurposing his past
The construction of the new
How long will it last?
It is a scornful cycle
an endless nightmare -
of repetition and repulsion
similarity and distortion
It is the peaceful death
of all of human error
now accustomed to daytime terrors
The end is never in sight
The endless day and night
They still are praising
optimistic thought
Wanting to do better and be better
Humanity reborn -
new and improved
He is going to repeat -
every single mistake
winding down infinite roads -
and endless pages
the sky blazes
He is tripping on shoelaces
and spending too long in the shower
colliding in love with strangers
while his warmth grows cold-
Recycling and repurposing
his hands and his heart -
His curiosity is gentle
and when he inevitably falls
it is with a soft descent
gravity cradling his existence
as he fades further into the background
he is recycling
all of his sentiments
organising his memories
repurposing his past
The construction of the new
How long will it last?
It is a scornful cycle
an endless nightmare -
of repetition and repulsion
similarity and distortion
It is the peaceful death
of all of human error
now accustomed to daytime terrors
The end is never in sight
The endless day and night
They still are praising
optimistic thought
Wanting to do better and be better
Humanity reborn -
new and improved
He is going to repeat -
every single mistake
winding down infinite roads -
and endless pages
the sky blazes
He is tripping on shoelaces
and spending too long in the shower
colliding in love with strangers
while his warmth grows cold-
Recycling and repurposing
his hands and his heart -
His curiosity is gentle
and when he inevitably falls
it is with a soft descent
gravity cradling his existence
as he fades further into the background