whereof we cannot speak

[fledgist]

we don't know all that is the case
the world's too much to understand
the things that are not quick to hand
bring hot blood shining in the face
we cannot choose the time or place
but can we know dance to the band
the music here can't just be bland
we'll occupy a complex space
name something and we see it flee
too much of life can't be pinned down
but we take hope from simple things
the best we have you may not see
we none of us can sport a crown
but still we wish that we had wings