Antibiotic

Antibiotic

Have you an elixir which destroys melancholic?

That generic delight which makes you holic?

Secrecy’s the goddess of stolen moments

How sweet the intensity when forbidden or naughty the moments stolen

Yet you walk a tightrope line when indulging any swine

Consequences must be accepted by design

And once the music’s played there’s that punishment called regret

This circle of emotion from desire to satire, and yet …

It’s a mocking clown and pointless

Simply an urge, to get rid of

A carrousel I can’t get off

When the honky-tonk music plays I’m Pavlov’s hound

This irony of circles so visible

Even the world is spherical and spins

What’s the point, it’s to be brave to live life on your terms

And be satisfied, you hardly ever compromised