We don’t like living on your excel lines.
You’re nice to us, but it could also be lies.
We would much rather be free from the inevitable day.
The future is ours where nothing can get in our way.
We might be ok for a month or a year.
It’s hard to believe we must live with this fear.
There’s no reason to trust the mighty can’t fall.
We are in this right now as we stand able and tall.
We don’t want to be an excel line on a sheet.
One day we are here, the next on the street.
We would much rather be saved from this inevitable day.
The more that things change they always remain the same.
We might remain here for a year, maybe two.
Singing these songs and living the blues.
There’s no way to know how the pendulum will swing.
One excel line at a time and what the future will bring.
©2/3/2026 Bruce Clifford

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