I've been comparing the
expensiveness of the clothes he's wearing
to the level of his unconditional caring
and there is no correlation.

I'd rather stare around, talk
or laugh on that perfect balcony.
But if I ever pass the cold grey stones
and the buds of cigarettes again,
it'll trigger the emotions of a moved, changed man.

As I stare right through you,
as they did, as they will,
I notice I am just as wrong.
But that's what happens when the storm is strong
and the home you've tried to build
on the hill is struggling to stay still
on the day of reckoning.