You say it's a victory
I disagree it still stings
Like a loss to me
No matter where we stand
The noise is a factory
Churning out doubts at a rate
That you won't believe
The currency we spend
It's maddening to be
Subject to
An endless complication
It's maddening to be
Torn apart
By a hopeless situation
Dictate the frequency
Somewhere between
Total silence
And next to nothing
It was all we had
Tt's your last chance to see
Better not blink or you might
Just catch the vanishing
If it was ever there
This is how it ends