The Fergal

It was a long time coming

This feeling of contentment

But the new evils had already been concluded

And bid their time before the hatching

New car new flat new girl

All the things that you convinced yourself you need

Mediocre modicum of success is all you need.

Been a long time coming

This reeling from contentment

And the new day’s sun had already been extinguished

You lay the spoils before the master

Your car your house your girl

All the things that he convinced you that he needs

Mediocre modicum of success is all you need.

I feel I'll find you little brother

I will see you at the shore

We will listen to each other

We will repent from the core

Once I’ve found you little brother

I’ll be dressed in hope mundane

I’ll be dripping with contentment

To leave with you again.