How did it come to be

That no side was right

No side was free

The changes in opinions

Callas

What was once truth

Now contempt

Contempt truth

Hold on tight

We are going to need each other

To make it through

There is a place

On the magnificent fresh ocean

A sore in the mouth

Of natures waters

Where the air is thick

Stagnant

With flames set back

Omnipotent

Dissident

How the waters lap the shores

Breezing down the sores

Of the Burns Harbor woods

Where the pigs dump toxins

For us all to eat

In our tiny worlds

Where we have no control

On the shores of a lake

Thousands of years

Old

Old neighborhood

New shops

Old coffee joint

New faces

Same land

New roads

Old places

Where we used to go

The only consistency

Is change

Old setups

Now rearranged

Accept what moves on without you

Accept the little things

And the big ones too

Know that consistency is impossible

Ideally unreliable

Know the new faces

Know the new names

The harder you try to resist

The harder your fall

And more the pain