Before, we were two people asunder
I preoccupied with matters so petty
And you acted with an iron fist of thunder
Clinging to your institutions, you weren't ready
To be apart, alone, in the wilderness
Us both in a state of bewilderment
Two men with identities irreconcilable
Regard this truth as undeniable
I was a man who practiced prodigality
Recklessly
While you treated every dollar so carefully
Frugality
And responsibility
Were things you valued much
And I detested you
And your strict regimens, limits, laws and stipulations
How you always judged others
You damn religious zealot
and poor prude redneck bigot
I would keep up late, drunk and gay
Through the twilight, drinking shimmering champagne
In nice clear glasses while you communed with your masses
And got down silently in the night to pray
To my dismay
Oh, what good are you doing?
You spread hate and give words to the sky
Oh my!
How ridiculous
Yet then I find
Most deliriously
Myself
Here with you doing
This exact same thing
Here we are
Crash landed
And naked
And starving
And helpless
And woefully ignorant
Of how to survive out here
Now we're reduced
To the most essential components of life
Men must first feed and survive
Before they may form conflict and strife
I look at you
As the rain drops and maneuvers
Softly through the trees, the leaves
Rendering us losers
Facing a slow, freezing, serenading death
As the rain plucks the leaves
Like Banjo strings
All the sounds of nature clearly resonate
And only now can I contemplate
You here before me
I look at your eyes
And I only see a stranger
Yet then I realize
You aren't that much different from me
at this moment
Oh society!
How you stratify!
He's just a man, only a man
Yet to him I'm deaf and blind
As I sit and stare at him as we die
As I sit and stare at him as we die
As I whisper and shiver in weakness
As the rain comes through
And washes us away
Two men into one river's embrace
One all the same
Pitter
Patter
Menacing drops
Of Truth
