Something to Fill - Stockades

Believe in the secret that has been told millions of times

Archived in bookshelves of those shallow desires

And I sat down in silence, tried to visualise

Everything that is wanted to have in a life

Inevitable that it will come to me

Placing blind faith in self fulfilling idealist prophecy

Then nothing happened so I went outside

I tried to wade and not get wet, turning my back to the tide

I thought prosperity was fated, setting the struggle aside

Then nothing happened so I stood with friends likeminded aligned

Brightly patterned tourniquet

Wasting waiting for heaven sent

Here’s hoping predestined fortune is imminent

Conspired divinely to satiate

Time and currency evaporates

Condensating for prophets, line pockets of fakes

Starving forsaken left behind empty plates

Crowded late on a debt spire kneeling beneath the ceiling

Material possessions won´t quell that empty feeling

Realisation of inversion, crushed beneath the weight of abstract value, yearning

Inspired to act, to aspire

Won’t wander lost in the aisles

Make difference, not indifferent

Find all the things we could try

Wanderlust beneath the sky