There were envelopes addressed
With letters inside of them
Written to people
That I'd never met

Words for people that have
Never existed

Fodder for the fanciful devil
Terror for the trembling weak
Remembrances dance memories
Can't speak

But what is the voice
When it has nothing to say?
When it has nothing to say at all?

And encouragement,
What is encouragement,
But someone else's attempt to fall?

There was dew on the tree from
Last nights rain
It trickled down the banister
Cool, quiet, and wet as I made my
Out

A woman crossed the street weeping
She was meeting a man
She honestly didn't want to see

And these are the people that live with
Encouragement
"Go get'em!" attitudes
Faking clear eyed
Fanaticism for the ends meat
For the prize
For the win

Winning in a land that produces
Corrupt meals
On
Wheels

That shoots bullets towards men of
Change and honor and
Liberty

That breathes down the necks of back breaking
Men and women that have just
Nothing, no nothing at
All

To suffer here is to live correct
Flipping a silver coin toward a burnt buttered toast sky
Is to live high
Is to live quiet high
Is to live
So one can die