The State of Things

Proposals starting to take shape
An expedition into the obscure
We spill out into the landscape
Assessing what we could endure
Stretching several miles around, adopting this terrain
Abandoned, through indifference, and yet it still sustains

Yeah, the worst torrential rain could never drive us out
Or weaken our resolve
Yeah, the only thing that could were the coming years...

A split among the collective
Between the daring, and the more serene
Some differences in perspective
Indications of a future scene
Slipping into apathy, unaware of what it does
If it weren't for the fireflies
I'd never know how dark it was

Please, just shout from where you are, and pull me to a path
A beacon in the haze
Please, I'll leap from wherever I am, ankles be damned

I think it's kind of pathetic
What posturing can tear apart
Maintaining certain aesthetics
Overshadowing a hopeful start
A slow decay from absences, a fraying of the strings
If it weren't for reflections
I'd never see the state of things

Yeah, you'd figure that by now, it's safer to ignore,
The distant whispering
Yeah, I can't keep myself from circling
Trying to reconcile