Formalgia (©2015 John T. Windle/Vaudeville John)

There's some sense in looking back
stories from the start of the track
all the people and moments that bought you here
without thinking you're lung-sucking the same air.

Playing over again those songs.
Hanging around well after the throng
cut the atmosphere to shreds in the room
and now here comes the cleaner with a vacuum.

    Washing the sweat and the spit from the floor
    of the kids who live for tunes.
    Hearts all beating in finite numbers of moons.
    Hope I wake up tomorrow.

First world problems, first world greed:
Taking so much more than we need,
so obsessed with accumulating more stuff.
At the end of it all, never enough.

Stumbling along those roads.
Information overloads;
smudging vendettas to passive dissent
and downgrading passions to indifferent.

    Grieving never disappears;
    it's a pain that changes shape.
    Reserve a place for it in your landscape.
    It's all in the story, falling from glory,
    next to you on a morning pillow...

Interlude.

    What's this fear about a career?
    Competing with the strong.
    Stay on predictable rails
    what could go wrong?
    Comfort in calendars,
    planned to the rafters
    like a formulaic pop song.