I love love
I hate hate
I fear fear
And great’s great

I’m nervous I’ll act nervously
And excited to excite
I’m left with all that I have left
And writing what seems right

It seems to me that seemingly
We only dream our dreams
Then dramatize with drama lives
And don’t mean what that means

Factor in a lack of facts
And a tractor’s worth of crossing tracks
Stacked against our rising stacks
Atop our towers toppling

When thrown from off our golden thrones
We hobble into hobbling

Humbled in humility
Defying the defiance
Resolving with our last resolve
To silence all in silence