Fifty

Heavy weight heavy wait
To sit, to still in broken gait
Knees are bent and calloused
Yet heart turns in malice

Heavy weight heavy wait
To sit, to still in broken gait
Stirred to zeal and lust
Fifty left in disgust

Heavy weight heavy wait
To sit, to still in broken gait
Autonomous metal to skin
And no one wins, no one wins

Heavy weight heavy wait
To sit, to still in broken gait
And I and all in mourning
Singing songs that won't end

Heavy, just heavy

—Don Nocon