The nights unjust
The thoughts unruly
The leftovers and bygones
The choicest and trivial
Nothing is absolute
In a world unforgiving
Does it matter who died first
When the words died first
promises tore into pieces
The old newspapers
The stale stories
The stale stories
A we that was
The noise that seldom gets heard
A caravan that doesn't move
Life's a chimera
Drown in what seems like a sea
real or surreal
Give it all