Over window sills see pills glaring from the counter,

Phone staying close to its rightful host- slave to the socket.

I just can’t change a damn thing.

Further away you wish I’d stay but I need to flounder,

Come and go like waves that’s why hearts cave- trapped in my locket.

And you just can’t change a damn thing.

Through daily apathy horrors grin greeting me like clockwork,

Crush the poor talk of war- another dollar in their pocket.

But we just can’t change a damn thing.

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Photo by Jason Wong