Those words don't feel genuine anymore,no
It feels as if the year did not end to bring in a new one,no
Instead it feels we're caught a loop of greater evils
Of more suffering and anguish trying to make desperate sense of the world
Yes, to pick yourself up and to keep going can be grand, it's what they'll tell you
But those days are behind us, and I fear that may be our new normal
Only 5 days into a new year, and I see that 2022 may set the tone within the week
Of things being worse that they've ever been
But don't be so glum I'll hear, don't worry things will get better
These are words that serve no solace in the short term as it changes the long term
What is to be said to comfort the real pain and frustration in these now 3 years going on four
Political agendas and the interest of the economy are truly the only the things that ever mattered
I was no in denial, no, something far worse
I saw how essential workers became low skill workers
And the very jobs we sought to glorify we know trample their names with each action we take
To prolong this pandemic turned endemic
I have not the power the stop the passage of time, nor its flow
And no power to change a country with my bare hands
But to know those that can change, change for our detriment
Playing by the rules nets you nothing but a silent frustration
One that serves as a political statement, not for your fellow humans
It's an evil to want to do good
A miserable uphill battle,a climb we aren't winning
If this is our destiny, why is it shared?
Regardless of the way I acted
It seems others cannot follow
Because the only good time to start change
Is always their tomorrow
