Elucidating Questions

It’s like your personality is missing

Stand here, sell this, and make your mark

That kind of a push like silence for weeks and then suddenly

When you want our money

It’s taking part in this tired game kind of disgusting?

Don’t you want to run away to an inlet up North and just be?

You turn it on for the cameras and the stage

But who are you under it all?

I’d know by now that etchings on the wall only mean so much

Thoughts prettied up for publish

Is music even real anymore?

Is your music still real?

Your music that I’m perpetually paying for

Such a weird world we live in

I just wonder who I’m paying

I don’t know if it’s okay to love someone like you anymore

Something about the whole billionaires versus refugees thing really got me thinking.