dry year

there's a new day coming up over the east side, there's an unseasonable weight in the air, hasn't rained here in a long time, it's been a real dry year, sirens going off in the distance, someone's house is burning down, somewhere, a young man is dying, somewhere, a lost child is found, somedays it feels like we're dreaming, moving like shadows in a trance, are these my feet going through the motions?, are these my feet attempting to dance?, somedays the world feels like a building on fire, but everyone's ignoring the smoke, you would vote for a comedian, if he could comfort you with a joke, so you hold onto your values, like they're gonna save you from the fall, your offspring as an offering, so you don't have to choose at all, we get by on consumer masturbation, sensation is satiation, the accumulation of all your high school insecurities, all your lost love and aspiration, all your failed attempts at inspirational speeches, you give yourself at night when you can't sleep, when everyone on the internet is far more interesting, and far more happy and far more happy, and far more, tell me where all of this is going to, going to, tell me where all of this is going to, going to, now the sky's given up her child, and the dead grass of the back lawn, i hope she takes the water in my body when i'm gone