If only we could live by candle light.
How did there get to be so many?
So much so that we are forced
to embrace them
or be completely alone.
I watch most of my friends
from a distance.
When I get close I feel sad.
They too are rooted
into relentless acceptance.
I have stopped querying
the levels of relative worth
between them and I:
Unlike them I dislike the rhyme,
but I cannot avoid that we all have to die.
Then surely we shouldn’t be running
away from ourselves
in to the lives of other people,
Diluted enough to just get along.
If only we could live by candle light,
for knowledge and ourselves:
The last remaining song.