so much is owed to those who cannot
speak
for all their silences and we who
jest
at wounding others are the truly weak
too much to do as we go up the creek
computing meanings on our steady way
not knowing what it is we really seek
yet hoping all the time we will reach
day
significance has now become antique
opinion is not subject here to test
and any question is dismissed as
cheek
every approach can only be oblique
expressed as falsehood or as plain
cliché
wondering now if any pain's unique
yet hoping all the time we will reach
day
desire cannot lift us above the reek
of those who suffer nor lead us to
rest
while bodies remain hale and bones
don't creak
we are not yet exposed nor pierced by
beak
nor yet the victims of unholy play
we're heading down the last losing
streak
yet hoping all the time we will reach
day
prince this is not the time for you
to freak
at the great weakness of our mortal
clay
we're fearful of the end of your
critique
yet hoping all the time we will reach
day