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 with a skewed sense of glory.

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

And there's a joy, a joy in all

I can see.

A joy, in every possibility.

And all around this is a great, great feeling.

American rockets red-glared our mostdisgusting triumph.

And in passing

I am asked "

Do you believe in a

God?",

I shrug off the answer and continue to get high in this terror of no explanation.

I am looking for a faith.

My panic is an only reason.

And there's a joy, a joy in all

I can see.

A joy, in every possibility.