I hear thunderous laughing, I hear drinks splashing,
I hear a declarative realm, I hear upheaval and whelm,
but I cannot hear what’s not being spoken.

I see rising regulation, I see definitive causation,
I see a weeping mother, I see no keeping composure,
but I cannot see what’s not being shown.

I feel dejection and desolation, I feel we need cessation,
I feel a change of purpose, I feel this will not be worthless,
but I cannot feel what’s not to be felt.

I hear a diminishing realm,
and I see it’s people keep keeping,
and I feel their revamped purpose.