Have you ever tried to remember what
You were thinking seven long years ago?
When you were paid to think about a lot -
Conundrums cloaked in columns and cash flow.
So how about events when you were young?
They're all so clear and bright those memories.
All words were new, they tripped off a sweet tongue,
And you heard rhymes and rhythms in the breeze.
Yet now each day is like a gauntlet run -
Your face slapped by studded leather falsehoods.
You served, you worked, and, yes, sometimes, you won,
'Til you were flattened, roadkill, damaged goods.
But now you know nothing of anything,
Although, in nightmares, you watch liars sing.