Things that are hollow:
going tomorrow
hoping to save my soul hoping really to forgive yours
wading through the shit that collected protected
representations of your tender years
cover nicely put on a sheen make it look something like your dreams
all of these things shelter your fears
crafted carefully to tell the story you want to hear
of yourself in your former years
idealized notions of your youth
always a motive within, hidden agendas begin
confuse reality with truth
religion creeping around the edges of your life
never kneel for something comforting
the penitent know it, the faithful show it
the peace they have
if you just take one step back
mary won’t come down to save you
though you call her name
and when you go
you’ll go alone
i know what you really want
what you really want
this time
i’m sure what you’ll find this time
what you’ll need this time
is all mine
he asked you to go with him
then he changed his mind
and so it goes
you’ll go alone
this time
– empty promises
– facades
– representations
– placations
– politicians
– false idols
artless sincerity you’d never recognize