La Tormenta Perfecta

When something arrives
You are already somewhere else
Fighting all your life
Getting up from the curb

Dodging arrows
I am the target and the bullseye
One ends up a bit fed up
Dragging oneself to the door

This is a shitty time
Everything is transforming
From butterfly to worm
Trapped in the vine

The music of the spheres
With the mallet striking
A lance in the side
And the crown on the head

If you seek an answer
Nothing to see here, move along
Surfing the waves of chaos
Of the perfect storm

When it disappears
The considered basic
In a tacit agreement
What was solid dissolves

This is a shitty time
Everything is transforming
From butterfly to worm
Trapped in the vine

And what is lost won't return
Past the best years
Expressing and provoking
A sick society

A doubt, a suspicion
Nothing to see here, move along
Surfing the waves of chaos
Of the perfect storm