reaching for shadows

[fledgist]

we measure truth in very simple ways
process is not one that truly matters
we ask for little in these weary days

the sun destroys us with life-giving rays
upon our heads each photon still batters
we measure truth in very simple ways

we long for seas lapping on sandy bays
and for a shape that soft moonlight flatters
we ask for little in these weary days

the heat and sunlight anyone might craze
listening for clash of empty platters
we measure truth in very simple ways

we can escape from any complex maze
hope remains behind in shreds and tatters
we ask for little in these weary days

we are just characters in tragic plays
each of us merely argues and patters
we measure truth in very simple ways
we ask for little in these weary days