The doors are closed on the day room
And the blinds are drawn upon the shoreline
The cat dines in the abyss of your baseball diamond's press box
And your car drives up a steep gradient only at half its speed
Yes bullshit is here to stay and if you like it
You can stick around
For more is at hand
The chalice that was filled with beer is now filled with peanut butter
The orb that was glowing in pink and gold is now glowing in red and brown
The light that has lead you to the future is flickering today and is still and dim
What to make of a terrible situation?
What to make of a terrible day.
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