As if we choose the meaning of the song
We let the lyrics wash upon our shore
Declare ourselves the right to right the wrong
Harmoniously humming evermore
And though we know the words we choose to sing
We find we lose some meaning in the beat
The circle of the beat’s a rhythmic thing
And where we linger, lingering’s complete
The sound we hear compels us now to be
To be the sound complacent we can hear
And so we listen to complacency
And wonder why our silence sounds like fear
The fear of little songs that sing our tale
And in such fear we find what we’d regale.