We Should

I know how hard it is to break down walls—
I haven’t been the bravest man around, but
I did it anyway. You sort of say “Enough’s
enough.” Something snaps in place.
You see how people actually look at one another
and it makes you sad—yeah, it breaks my heart—

so skeptical, so scared, so worried, so terrified.
Don’t go outside at night.
Try to avoid that neighborhood.
We can’t help them there. They’re gone.
We’ve gone and done made them gone.

Hm. Feeling trapped, feeling isolated, feeling, probably,
every claustrophobic-anxiety-inducing thing.
We scream and yell, it’s—it’s what you do
when the brain doesn’t know how to—oh—
the soul’s in pain,

unable to share at a moment. We’re
walkin all alone. It’s miserable.
But a moment is a moment.
It doesn’t need to be definition.

It makes me so sad, and yeah:
it’ll break your heart—especially

I try to be a warm person, singing
Please, come here. Come here,
come here and walk with me.
Let’s wander ‘til we find a place—
let’s wander ‘til we find a place
that’s calm.

We should see our fears and learn
what scares our happiness the most.