Gone are the days....

too much change, my eyes barely staying open
bored in spite of it all -- i've seen change before
there's nothing new under the sun -- the sun's not even out
i've got too much to complain for and not enough
to keep me awake through the day

blessed are we who we are -- blessed are my yawning
cries for help, my pickled panic button worn thin
from obsessive fondling and perhaps excessive pushing.

can i even face these people another day? can i ever turn around and say, alright, now i trust you again...trust you to fuck me over again...trust you to let me handle my own way my own way....