Picked Apart by Time - ORBS

I am a modern man

I exceed expectation, I give a good God damn!

I am an honest man

I love my wife and children, I love my nine to five

I am not losing it…

I thrive in knowing that I can always be replaced

My suit it barely fits!

I’ve swelled and sweated through it, that sweet smell of success!

You were in pieces on the side of the road

I stopped to put you back together, I collected all your bones

And all the muscle not picked apart by vultures

You are the added weight I carry on my back

Your blood pulled down by gravity and pooling in my pack

The pool has sprung a leak and bonded with my sweat

You are a sticky mass decaying in the heat

I’d like to stop and let time run its course and let the insects eat

But I am older now and have no where to be

Given purpose I could flourish once again

Alas I cannot seem to put you back together or in place

I am not the man I thought I’d grow to be!

Disappointed

Disappointment