Wartime/Peacetime

Existential protection from positive emotion
Is not ideal but that won't change the look on your face
Moral isolation in social engagements
Is not ideal but that won't change what's looking at you in the mirror

But one day these will turn out
Just ask the folks who're dead now
If they complained their wrists cut
Or if they learned to shut up

With an ideal set beneath
The realest of expectations
The clouds do not pour over me

Or rather it fails to bother
As I have an umbrella
But this umbrella can not always protect me from getting wet

One still needs to bathe
So clean I shall be
To manage the threat of intra-dependency

But one day these will turn out
Just ask the folks who're dead now
If they complained their wrists cut
If they learned to shut up



Credits
Writer(s): Ben Miles
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