Tumbleweeds of inaction
Blowing lazily away
Bouncing slowly but with momentum
Dancing with us while we play
Soon more
Gather and
They pick up pace
Soon more
Gather and
They pick up pace
All of us
As tumbleweeds
Dancing around
Doing nothing
Looking busy
They are watching
Making sure that
We keep dancing
And so it goes
The same old story is told
Apocryphal and meaningless
And so it goes
This same story is all they know
Threads of lies and
Ill intentions
As more come
Gathering
Building up into a pyre
As more come
Critically
We give them something to set on fire
We are our own wicker man
Of dancing weeds
We are our own wicker man
Of dancing weeds
And so it goes
Apocryphal and fake
And so it goes
Filled with lies and ill intent
And so it goes
Apocryphal and fake
And so it goes
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