put your hands in your pockets and join the ranks

let's rate the importance of all things
and give number values to our sanity.
we can dream of ideas that would change who we are,
but dreams are not today's reality.

let's make promises to each other
that will never refrigerate
and tell ourselves we're better off
than all those bastards we've learned to hate.

we can go from day to day to day
ignoring light and sound and breath
and only notice the curious way
that beauty fleets in the moment of death.

but what do we know after all,
of what we should, of right and wrong,
of all this talk of true and false-
we're writing lyrics to a wordless song.