aimlessly swaying like the reef uncertain pilgrims cling to the river bed
refusing to loose sight of the shoreline they forego the adventure of distant lands
hanging precariously to a sinking hope survival only guest
swimming in a puddle ankle deep never risking the deep dive
give me another fix today anyone anyway anywhere will do
the highest bidder owns my soul a full belly my only endeavor
pick -pockets dress in holy apparel
angry hungry workmen pledging service
like flesh hawkers selling their waters on street corners
these are the priests of the new age.
