every day
we trade the wonder of
life in the garden for
the confusion of a dream
long since forgotten

a race to grab the riches
a rug pulled out from under
a fall from grace you can’t control …

every day
we wake to wonder and
turn away to face the face of
the everyday, every day
and seem to think we’ll find there
the glory of something other than
the everyday, every day

every day
i feel the pull inside
i push back again against the tide
and one more time to make the most

an itch we scratch to pieces
a scream that never ceases
this machine has lost control …

every day.

©2011 Pale Yellow Music/ASCAP