Friends and Tired Places

Make go, lose home
And that's the price of new
News is the free opiate
That masses with crass feasibility
It happened, you cried
And that is no reason
Nor is it unseasonable
I scared my self out of its
Self and that is where the 
Space comes from:
Time, and again,
The periodicity of docility
Remakes desire into a
Want that lives in a dream