If Only We Knew
Our hearts are like most others'
Just left alone for us all day
Our hearts are like hurricanes
Swelled up and abused
The storms, the seas, the skies
I've often tried to calmly see
The sun, the fields, the tide
Thrashing through torrential typhoons in our wake
Chaos spinning history's need to exact
While obscuring lovers' dreams of eye contact
Blowing air at another's deluge
When salty tears all fall ashamed
And dying hearts run around unnamed
That shaming windswept victims solely brews more pain
That churning toxic soup as a weapon is insane
Because home and enemy soil is one and the same
That our futures are as fragile as lisle
That our recoilings merely widen the aisle
Leaving us like marooned mole-rats on eroding isles
How purely we're endlessly existential
With freedom to float into different forms
In each direction we envelop storms
Jake Vincent Belmont
Mon 25th Jul 2016 02:20
Lyrical inspiration credits to Live, respectfully.