Contrasts are meaningful
And so is a wheelbarrow
But of all the imperfect beings in the world
I know that you alone are my equal

Replenish the watering holes
With whisky and turpentine
The lines on your face are a warning
Reminding me to tread lightly
As I walk upon another's shadow

What have we come to
All this loneliness and desecration
Is nothing sacred
Is it all just a spectacle of naked bodies
Gyrating against inevitable decimation
Thrusting our hips
To time’s invulnerable rhythms
Life is a date without a curfew
But few know what’s in store
Have we lost our beacons
Do we know how to navigate
In a storm the size of a tornado