I want to hear you
Speak in Greek,
For it's the language
In which Aristotle
Tried to formulate tragedy.

Aren't the troubles
We sometimes must endure
More the classical variety
In this age of technology,
Yet the Julian you turn to
Is not the Apostate...

I don't prefer any former residence
That I owned along the rain.
Tribulations will drain our coffers
But I have insurance implanted
By way of teal dream in your eyes,
So I'd like to ask you
To not go looking for pain.

Optimism isn't always wasted time.

I'm bearing down on all that binds us,
And I'd wager we're both cultivating
Our gardens now.

Will you stay up with me
Under the lights of the greenhouse tonight?

Color my eyes in to reflect yours
While you collect your concerns below.

Just don't scavenge the pain out of our fortune,
Like I know you could.

I couldn't bear to hear you speak in Greek
While my heart's on the altar.
Don't you see that I was always
Absolutely a dowry for the taking
And I was tarnished every time?

I never thought that I too
Was worthy of love.

I never knew that there existed
The magnitude you achieve,
Which is why I never want to read
Your magnitude in the context
Of seismologic destruction.

I couldn't bear witness to your holy carnage...
But **** you'd be good at it.
Aeschylus would weep at the fact
That he never wrote it in detail.

You would speak in Greek
With your own added touch.

But it's all in speculation
That I don't want to live to see.