Apologies that never came

While we rocked, rumbled and rolled papers
In a light faded atmosphere
Life was stealing more from us
Dragging our sanity
Killing our sole dreams
Hell is pleased with this three
All will be well in this bus
Righteousness was subject to fear
Does the earth not accept sky’s vapors?

Who do we tender our sincere pleas to?
What was life’s role in leading us
Astray, and far from the dream?
She knew all we were meant
To be, she lead still
To those that gave a cent
That helped foster our bad scheme
What happens with the evil plus?
Imagine now what would have been true.

Victor Oyedele