I've Seen It All Before

For every day
there's more
For every space
there's floor
For every flicker
a flower
For every thought
is sour
For every nail stuck in the heel
there is always softness
overpowering what's real.
For every tear
there is a smile
For every person
there is a style
For every noise
there is silence
For every voice
there is reliance
filling up
drowning empty
fields of spastic
happy endings.
For thou shall fight
until thy drop
upon every roof
there is a pot.
Shiny silver light seeps through
for every cause that heaven drew.
There is a strike, a match, a pill
to swallow or to spill
upon the burning windowsill.
For every tree
there is a girl
For everybody that's free
there is a whirl
of quaint control,
holding impulses underground
dug so deep
it can't be found.
For every pen
there is a mate
paper, oh paper
will you create?
A world of fright,
a world of pain
a world where only
insanity is sane?
For every fumble
there is relief
For every sigh
there is cold grief.
For every minute
there comes a time
where peels unravel
and gravel sits
as birds pick and screech
and the winds of fellow power lines shift
to make it seem
that life can bring
the pins and needles
OUT.
For every color
there is black and white
For every lover
there is a knight
For every pencil
lead will come
and thirsty little beans are shunned.
the scarf laid straight
the eraser full of holes
the future of speaking
and reading unfolds.
Where lines hold on
and do not budge
as writing spins and spins
and notes are calmed.
Heed the sirens call of doom
as the souls fill up the room.
From every wall
forms crumple out
longevity and spender
seeping gout.
For every feeling
there is a sound
where bells ring out
and songs are found.
Creeping, sleeping
all in all
a furry little plastic doll.
Fall, fall
before a win
'fore nothing is as delicate
as the fire within
For everything
is all planned out
and never will the hounds of doubt
pull you to the floor.

I've seen it all before.