they wilt at the sound of this routine
                                                       in and out
they dread the vision society built
                                                       fight or flee
they stare wide eyed at the options
                                                      morton's fork
they crave attention and affection
                                                      love or hate
they do not understand what is happening
                                                      fast or slow
they silently wait
                                                    slow.. rain...
they fell upon the stars
                                                   light.. darkness?
they understand the delirium of this single question
                                                   why
they need for the answer
                                                    are
they imagine the costs
                                                    we
they cry for nothing more
                                                   creating
they wish for it to be easy
                                                  madness
they will not stand to nothing
                                                 to
they will not fade so easily
                                                others?
they will find peace to this elegant dance of the mad wisdom