how lovely a find 

that's entered my mind 

along this mossy trail

how coyly it hides 

the truth about how it is 

we can't ask how



crowds jump to their death

from the bridge as I drive by tonight

and they've missed out on it all

the whole gist there as they fall

you're not expected to know why it's such a short time

and there are stanzas never meant to rhyme



Far better I find 

it is when we try to span 

the weird divide

with no real rational  

we step out of bounds 

and think and escape their lies



we've marched so long 

and we've much farther than we've gone to go

we're making a new ship

christen it for the trip

with a toddler at the helm this time

and there are things we never will define



crowds jump to their deaths

from the bridge as I drive by tonight

and they missed out on it all

the whole gist there as they fall

you're not expected to know why it's such a short time

and there are things we never will define