Offred

Between fists of fury
And feats of strength
I will not fight dirty
They will not play nice
I give in
I do not have the fight,
They changed my purpose
Especially, everything

So you say what gives?
What is it, this tunnel vision I’m in?
What is it at all? What is it at all?
I still feel the cadence
Of a former life
I put faith in mayday
But it don’t feel right

I will sleep through the bastards
Dream in the night
A footnote in history:
Scholar’s delight.
I go without
I do not have the fight
They changed my purpose
They changed my purpose

So you say what gives?
What is it this tunnel vision I’m in?
What is it at all?
And is this what lives?
I don’t get this strange derision I’m in,
What is it at all? What is it at all?