Even Your Cliches Are Cliche

there’s a whole room full of worrywarts
too stubborn to be frozen off
if winter brought its fists, they wouldn’t worry about their skin

no use for guessing games
need to be spoonfed hurricanes
wish the world could be a picture book or any magazine

let it go

if we walk a mile in their shoes
wouldn’t we be out of breath?
it’s easier to stare at the wall
when it won’t stare back this time

wait

read this one
and listen to me for personality

somewhere there’s a reservoir
full of spilled milk we need to mourn
but wouldn’t it be better to just let it spoil?

no use for waiting games
when hot air feels like novacaine
this world built without words, has a new surplus of thought balloons

let it in

if we walk a mile in their shoes
wouldn’t we be out of breath?
it’s easier to stare at the wall
when it won’t stare back this time
open the windows and lock the doors
best to watch, don’t get involved
it’s easier to stare at the suckers
when they have more to worry about

these are the geese...
these are the vultures...
the early birds
hear tales from the worms
eat up the snake
your reputation's at stake

if we walk a mile in their shoes
wouldn’t we be out of breath?
it’s easier to stare at the wall
when it won’t stare back this time
open the windows and lock the doors
best to watch, don’t get involved
it’s easier to stare at the suckers
when they have more to worry about

let it out

The title itself is a cliche!?