Could "You" stand the thought
Of who "I" might really be?
Or is thinking just not easy?
Is reflective thought just fleeing;
Instead of seeing what a well adjusted reality might be?

"I" won't change the ways
Of static servants
Cursing the waves
They were born on.

In singing, "I" would take the wrong key.
In adventuring, "I" took too many arrows to the knee.
No Justice. No Creeds.
What "We" projects, is at best fleeting.
Mapping out the moon
For a swooning future
Greedy for every last inch.

Backed into the corner
"We" are all in
The same kind of pinch.

How are "We" going to deal with it?