Here are we, adrifting In a wake of rippled words Our self-made maelstrom wav’ring While it drowns aloud our slurs In awe of all remains unknown Enraged at what we willed unseen Despair of that which time has shown In terror of our mirroring It’s here our hearts were hollowed out By one-too-many show of tears Till, to a man, each heartache seemed a merely thin and sick veneer Yet, here are we, adrifting All the salt licked off our…
-//- As frost and blossoms Signify Spring’s arrival Both So saint and sinner Justified A contradiction’s Hope -//-
Are we our intentions? Are we our effect? Am I what I said, Or am I what I meant? Are we what has happened? Are we what we choose? Are we what we have? What we lost? What we’ll lose? Am I my feelings, My faces, my words? Am I things that I like: beer, music, and birds? Am I what I think, Or who others think of? Are we who we hate, Or who we claim to love? Am…