The snuffed candle misses the wick

Its always hard to be creatures stuck in amber at the moments of contention
To be
When the world doesn’t know what it is
Leaving us fighting for a world we think it should be
And becoming so so tired

It’s these pivot moments which wear us away
Snapped joint cartilage
Trying to keep it together
Long enough to heal

Harder now when we are not well
Where there is no certainty to hold close
And all cries out for terrible change
Chaos
And the spinning wheel

We all bump the table, hoping the result will last just a little longer
We burned out matches
Flames dead
Still trying to get the spark
And light the brushfire

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