Shoulder

Season's barely started
You're up against the wall
Lined up like toadstools
Waiting for the frost
There's pain in his shoulder
It's the weight of the world

Disaffected people
Waiting for their call
With angular faces
Like an architect draws
The hearts are growing colder
It's the way of the world

Can't stop what's barely started
Dice cast and landing where they may
To all dearly departed
Communicate from well beyond the grave
Send in the agitators
Before someone comes to save the day
It's justified on paper
Then it all dries up and blows away

Pushing on a boulder
All the way up a hill
Pain in his shoulder
It's a strain on his will
The top never gets closer
He's pushing there still

Can't stop what's barely started
Dice cast and landing where they may
To all dearly departed
Communicate from well beyond the grave
Send in the agitators
Before someone comes to save the day
It's justified on paper
Then it all dries up and blows away