If I could write a song to last in time, I would,
Or words that stood out on a page to impress you,
If a look or a glance were enough,
I'd try and hold you in my gaze.
Between north and south I would be caught,
Lost is my compass, my north,
Lost even my breath in the space before me,
Stolen, and returned in the air from the breeze on my face.
If there was a sound in a world of silence,
I know it would be your voice I heard, a guide in my ear.
When snowflakes melt on the hearth,
Like footprints on the earth,
So flows the passage of time,
Our lives, yours, and mine.
If I could write about summer alone,
Not winter come,
What contrast would our thoughts make?
Where monotony would leave its wake,
For without one the other would not survive,
Worse, our thoughts would not divide,
Left with the darkness of day and the light at night,
Forever in the non-entity.
Who is the 'we' that we conceive?
Is it me or you, he or she?
Our collective,
The groups that we make, our lives to shake;
Tremors to wake our lives from the gloom,
To gather and bloom, will we forever seek more space and room?
Will greed colour the sky with red,
Whilst blue is used to paint the town?
An empty place is any bereft of thought,
This entity cannot be bought,
Yet we gravitate toward others, not to the space.
Maybe we are wired, robotics making us our own symbols of satire.
But whoever is you or we,
This thing I know cannot be;
Even I would not be me without you,
For where there is one, there must be two.
Is this the answer written on society's arms,
Made from people's charms, and strengths, but to what extent?
As a collection we could move as one;
The earth to the sun. Could we?
This reality shall never be; too much war and greed.
But in our own kingdoms, our thoughts and unspoken words,
Maybe somehow we are of one herd.
It seems we have called our own bluff,
Maybe the power of one is enough.
