TFAMM: “What’s Goin On?”

[Ben]

Man, as I walk the path to home, I see things..
There’s too many people crying
And this.. disease? This open wound that we call the horde..
There’s far too many of you dying

Where’s compassion, dudes?
It’s out there, somewhere. Gotta be
The closer I get to Meadowmere, to my one time home, the more ravaged the world seems.
How much more abuse can the world take? Why are we so committed to conflict?
War ain’t the answer
And if folks don’t know what is, well, what good are MY words, dudes?

I feel hollowed out, thirsty.. but no matter how much I drink, it doesn’t fill the void I’m feeling.

The big empty..

My hands shake, my vision clouds, and I keep shuffling my feet forwards.

I think, when I lay down my rug to rest, maybe it carries me some. Each day, when I wake, I seem further along than I remember going.

I’m so tired of the fighting, and destruction I see.
We’ve got to find a way to bring a little peace, love, and understanding. Ya dig?
When I look up, I ask myself:
Where did all the blue skies go?
Poison is the wind that blows

And this gourd, that used to hold treasures, now it seems to hold only sand.
Every sip of baijiu is like another cup measure of dirt.
I’m left thirsty for something out of reach.
My hands shake, my vision clouds,
And I look through bleary eyes on wood that used to be vibrant.
This world..
How much more abuse can she stand?

How much longer can I stand?

I feel like I’m fading out.
The empty in me is spreading.
I need something that can sustain me.

Will I find it, when I get there?
Or just, more of this thirst?
For.. some scrap to sustain me.
Some glimpse of magic and whimsy.
Wonder and love..

Mercy
What’s goin on?

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