People Never Change

Weary of all these bottomless days
we replete away into the nights
in our glutted drink and our haze
longing for sights and better days.

We press into the twilight hour
sinking deeper in a selfish rut
letting our inner sloth devour
to stumble and strut in the hour.

Draining open bottles and lit ends
to shake away the day's routine
we slink in lasting, decaying amend
embedded in genes here until the end.

Weary of all these bottomless days
we replete away into the nights
in our glutted drink and our haze
longing for sights and better days.

Love long since faded, habit remains,
and dreams die to the daily grind
where nothing is finished or attained
and only rind and procedure remain.

Tomorrow will only ever be the same,
hope only fades away into the mange,
but in the end, so does the pain,
no one changes, we are all the same.

Weary of all these bottomless days
we replete away into the nights
in our glutted drink and our haze
longing for sights and better days.