Sonnettics

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.