Joy

All's quiet, except for this song. So maybe while I'm not together I can feel like I'm not alone. And somewhere off in the distance, rapidly advancing, is an onslaught of sorts. Young sirens wail with a skewed sense of glory. And the lions in the cages roar at the memory of flight. And there's a joy, a joy in all I can see. A joy, in every possibility. And all around this is a great, great feeling. American rockets red-glared our most disgusting triumph. And in pa*sing I am asked "Do you believe in a God?", I shrug off the answer and continue to get high in this terror of no explanation. I am looking for a faith. My panic is an only reason. And there's a joy, a joy in all I can see. A joy, in every possibility.