Situations unfamiliar to me,
but shit, maybe I can love these too.
This has been complicated or tough to believe,
depending on how hard I think things through.
And oh, the sakura, so pretty in spring!
But still miles to go, and things to do.
We should have sat a while and rested our wings,
just been simple birds near flowers in bloom.
But there's room enough for both
the horror and the hope
in a quiet, lilting hour,
there's no wind and there's no choir
from the television bulb,
just a hopeful faceless mob
changing quiet into fire,
burning totems, burning tires.
But there's room enough for both
the horror and the hope.