Penny form my thoughts

Both sides of the coin have worn and tarnished, til you cannot see which way is heads and which one’s tails. And you fail to seek the answer; harmed such by the press of gone-by queries failed. And here travails are trivial, everyone’s tried and dry as bone  and too many are home alone, spewing forth their voided vitriol, a portrait of America’s future drones. And drones fly in the sky and we don’t stop to ask “but why?” “When did we get so damn angry, and WHY are we directing it at ourselves?”. And we shelve our dreams and dig in trenches against the war of basic survival. And we revile those that cannot face the foxhole, fearing further failure in ourselves. Why delve into deeper understanding when knowing means that you know that it means nothing? Stay calm along the shallow, and you won’t have to face the gallows of a changing world that scares you to the bone. And you won’t have to decide or try because you’ve already chosen someone who’ll make those choices for you. And for me. And who the hell are you to say that I have to give up. Who the hell are you to say that I’m not enough. It’s not my mess, and I didn’t fuck up, but I’ll do my best and I won’t give up just because you say that it’s too late. It’s the ends of days, and I better pray away the Gays, cause that’s the only damn way it’ll ever be OK. But Goddamn you all to Heaven, so you can leave alone then we’ll maybe give it to those who are left and willing to do the work.