NO TIME TO PRETEND

I have this restless spirit

Hoping to find a love that can come near it

The miracle of a single drop of rain

Faith on the Lord keeps me from going insane,

                                         Of my mild alienation i cannot pretend

As I try to interpret the mixed signals you send

I can already see the illusions coming around the bend

Will any of this even matter in the end,

This disconnected plane of recollection

In the absence of lost affection

The taste of your lips a sweet confection

Still, I don’t believe the results of the election,

It’s hard to believe in anything anymore

Sometimes I could just collapse onto the floor

Wondering what actually lies in store

Give me something to live for,

Pondering the mixed signals that you send

Thoughts you cannot easily defend

How could you and I blend?

This is no time, My Dear, to pretend.

The hour is getting near

The thoughts of many are so unclear

Away from the prospect of disaster we must steer

The official version is only smoke and mirrors,

Drain the color from my face

I am constantly appalled by the human race

Could we even find equanimity in space?

Just trying to exist in my own place.