There’s not much to be learnt
About love and fate
Outside of heartbreak, death
And what you thought was freedom
In those pale blue eyes.
It’s a brave thing to know all that,
And still wish to be drunk on romance
I will leave all of tomorrow’s costume parties
High on life
With the poor girl in the silk gown
Will you make a bridge
Between reason and feeling
To be at peace with the truth in yourself.
Or other things be damned?
Yeah, why is that so bad?