What we need cannot be bought and
We couldn't afford it any how
And more likely
It's fleeing from us faster
It's running out and running away from us
Imagine that cliché hand
Holding a fist full of cliché sand
And its cliché slipping through the fingers
Soon all the guitars will be out of tune and
They'll be no one left to tune 'em
The cool refreshing water will run hot
Sweaty brows and denial
It'll be dry like you couldn't believe
Your last quenched thirst is behind you
All the matters will no longer
Your prized possessions all paperweights now
And the paper burns
Lou Raio is a poet, artist, photographer, blogger, vlogger and all around creative creator. He's been writing for about 20 years and has been an active poet for the better part of the last decade. He currently resides in the south eastern United States. Instagram: @_ananxiousman_ & @_poetryforall_