All the lights came on at once
clear and humbly piercing air
over the fabric of hearing
under the rattling of bones
stirring souls and thrashing hearts
Too many dreams for just one pipe
in and out of consciousness
calling for yet another dance.

If you built bridges as well as you burn them
If you had all the friends you've lost
If you sought out your lessons to learn them
If you had at least considered the cost
If you had all the money you've wasted
If you had restrained your addictive life
If you took every problem and faced it
If you avoided dissension and strife
Oh.
It was said long ago
You reap what you sow.
The end.

Pugnacious pundits having parties,
on the left and on the right.
Lowering sanity and lifting madness.
I hear countless words that all seem trite.
Too many fall into their trap.
In happy splendid ignorance,
Clowns perform, and we're all prat.
Such perfectly played incompetence.