Often Times

Often-times Searching for truffles like pigs with their snout We're wondering what it is all about. Often-times I'm praying lord, hear my call Just like any other beast behind the abattoir wall. Often-times We're left clinging to a thread Wishing we were never born, that we were dead Often-times We look back and are thankful for what little we had Trying to recall how once we were always glad. Often-times Love is a fake timepiece keeping track of an echo… A residual moment that happened a long, long time ago Often-times We move around each other in concentric circles Never accounting for a moment of convergence. Often-times The second hand once racing has now gone digital It's frozen and is no longer observable or reciprocal Often-times Hours and hours pass without any recognition Yet, awkward minutes open into the Spanish Inquisition. Often-times Searching for truffles like pigs with their snout I too am left wondering what it is all about. Often-times Often-times.