You lift me
and I'll lift you
and we'll ascend together.

Let's go somewhere better.

I'll be me
and you'll be you
and we'll talk about the weather.

Just never let me be clever.


Oh, but.


There's not just us
and there's not just me
and there's nowhere to ascend to.
A higher plane?
Nothing's gained.

It's all idle pleasure; scholarly dither,
and I said I'd never be clever.

Please let's screw institution,
convention, pollution
and wake up somewhere else.
I'll be Alice on the kitchen shelf.

And I'll get bored
and you'll feel scorned
and we'll never fix the world.

But I'll be me
and you'll be you;
we'll never be whole
or broken.