The tranquil beating of your heart belies a storm within
I sense unease of countless fees owed to fated whim
My presence here may prove too near when studied from afar
But foolish thoughts are much too fraught with motives too bizarre

Abandoned hope suggests a scope of motivations true
When filled with these hilarities and mocking senses too
We bow before the shambled door to beg for mercy please
Relent our souls of unclear goals and rise us from our knees

With untold needs your body pleads to lose its unknown strife
Too many times your spirit mines the vagaries of life
A story fraught with should and ought and dreams of other days
It tells us how you think right now and how your past replays

We sing a song that’s often long until the end of time
With words of whim designed to skim our lives with novel rhyme
But in the end we always spend too much on things gone by
Of which I find I do not mind as much as why we try

Your battered hope begins to cope and find a way to thrive
What’s in the past is gone at last, your heart begins a dive
You sanctify without a why those things that might not come
We learn our fuss is bound to us in ways that make us numb

So stand up tall in hallowed hall of future disbelief
It may be dark with no clear mark but find some calm relief
For when you pass through this morass you’ll come upon a day
Future’s past will pass at last without much more to say