Who Are You

Your silence is cold, roughly one half of three quarters we're told

Communion is old, not what makes a community whole

So much is invisible to me, so much I may not ever see

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

The science is cool, twenty three percent as a general rule

Generations pretend, shut our eyes and hold our breath till you dance

My thoughts are not my own but born of trauma to build solitary stone

And who are you?

Who are you?

Your silence is cold

It's okay, it's okay