endless

And so it drags on
Wait for another day to end
Another week
Push aside dreams of freedom
And meaning
In exchange for respite
It has to be the oldest trick in the book
Or else we wouldn’t all keep falling for it

Swap out the bile
The contempt
For stupidity
And vague amusement at nothing
Paraded as something
Until we can’t tell the difference
And everything
Is finally
Just
All
ok.