There has to be a better way than this: The frantic pace obscuring what time means, The endless sense that something is amiss, The numbing cold upon the flickering screens. There has to be a better way to live, Where rage and outrage tire of their striptease, Where we realize that to get we have to give, Where opponents are not enemies. We'd better find a way to cool it down. We'd better learn to have more conversations. We need to learn that we're a common noun, Admit some calculus of variations. Otherwise, well, you think this is rough? I've never heard a fire say "Enough." |