Against Me Joy
All is 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 an askew sense of glory.
And the lions in the cages roar in memory of fight.
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 failing.
American rockets red-glared our most
disgusting 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.
