Custom Circles

When were the moments?
I've forgotten them it seems
Meant to hide; couldn't control it
What separates dream from day

Seems it's here to stay
This lingering feeling
The blanket that connects us all
Is quilted to decay

Where were the house fires?
Where were the ghosts?
I called out their names
They've forgotten them, you know
Revisionism for amnesiacs
Trading textbooks for heart attacks

Drifting
And sleeping

Drifting
Slipping

Bison and beasts wander the light
They shake your hands
And take your wives

Broader class of businessmen
Worse than dogs; they have no day

Handpicked history is all I need
Handpicked history is all I need
Objective thinkers 'fore lobotomy
Constant selective memory


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Definitely a reference in there to the "Cross of Gold" speech, I'll give you that one. I wrote this pretty quickly yesterday, and it didn't really feel finished. But I stopped writing anyways; I may change or add something to it. Bah! Bah.