Adrift

Clasped hands and some cheer
With an escape to nowhere
We build dream upon dream
To wish away the mundane
The heart remembers what
The head forgot

And so I will
Listen to that song
Again and again, up and until
The bass stops reverberating
Within the echo chamber encased
In chambers and walls of its own

But till such time, we need to remember
To never call it what it is
Is not a denial of its existence
But merely the acknowledgment
That it is more than what
Our hearts would allow