Joy

All's quiet, except for this song.

So maybe while I'm not together I can feel like I'm not alone.

And somewhere off in the distance, rapidly advancing, is an onslaught of sorts.

Young sirens wail in a skewed sense of glory.

And the lions in the cages roar at the memory of fight.

And there's a joy, a joy in all I can see.

A joy, in every possibility.

And all around us is a great, great failing.

American rockets red-glare in a most

disgusting triumph.

And in passing I am asked "Do you believe in a God?",

I shrug off the answer, continue to get high

in this terror of no explanation.

I am looking for a faith.

My panic is an only reason.

There's a joy, a joy in all I can see.

A joy, in every possibility.