Same Old, Same Old

I have been singing this song through decades,
So long that I have lost my voice.
Turning pain and anger into a blockade,
Until we eliminate the will to make a choice.

So sick of the curse, still can’t break the spell,
Chanting mantras of the already dead.
Mother Nature dear, this is hell,
This book has already been read.

Trying to move,
Wrapped in stone.
Trying to prove,
I can achieve, atone.

Trying to speak,
For once to be bold.
But there is no new peak,
Just the same old.

I have worn this expression forever,
So long I don’t know how I look.
Although no one changes my good soul, ever,
I cannot seem to remove the hook.

So disgusted by what I read in people’s eyes,
To where I no longer want to see.
Want to shed this never wanted disguise,
Have no idea how to set myself free.

Trying to move,
Wrapped in stone.
Trying to prove,
I can achieve, atone.

Trying to speak,
For once to be bold.
But there is no new peak,
Just the same old.
Thomas Spychalski 

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