I Can Almost Understand Why

The Impossibility Of Being Human All Too Human This Breathing In And Out Out And In These Punks These Cowards These Champions These Mad Dogs Of Glory Moving This Little Bit Of Light Toward Us Impossibly.

Now Something So Sad Has Hold Of Us That The Breath Leaves And We Can't Even Cry.

Our Disappointment Sits Between Us.

I See Men Assassinated Around Me Every Day. I Walk Through Rooms Of The Dead, Streets Of The Dead, Cities Of The Dead; Men Without Eyes, Men Without Voices; Men With Manufactured Feelings And Standard Reactions; Men With Newspaper Brains, Television Souls And High School Ideas.

The Whole World Is Caught In Her Glance And At Last The Universe Is Magnificent.