Who Threw Out the Itinerary?

We trace and re-trace steps
until our words are all thats left,
stuck in a coffee cup, a bottle cap,
or a burning cigarette.
Until we rise or re-arrange,
until this argument sustains.
Until the patterns are mistakeable.
All breakable. All breakable.
We’re trapped in these cages
like animals we’re craving
a better life.
Is this worth holding onto?
It’s worth holding onto
for a better life.
Where are we going?
Where are the footprints we swore
we’d leave behind.
Where are we going?
Where is the change, the results
we thought we’d find.
It’s all over our faces.
It’s in our attitude and we carry it to all the places
we will go,
We’re trapped in these cages
like animals like we’re craving
a better life.
Is this worth holding onto?
It’s worth holding onto
for a better life.
(Do you feel the same? This is a better life.)