U: I’m Wearing a Dead Man’s Boots

Oh, the songs of old

Pioneered by the youth

Breathe life anew

With their own truths.

And we find might

Still doesn’t make right

So the cycling of light

Continues.

Unbroken

Is the chain.

Sanctioned

Is our pain.

Songs of our foundation

Are lullabies abed…

Earworms in my head…

Songs of old sound red.

Songs of old

Sound red.

Earworms

In our heads….