Troubles are scratching at your door again.
We eat fruit and drink coffee in the sun,
bright smiles collide and clink, eyes meet and blink,
I know that frequent laugh, its hollow ring,
I know your insides have been gnawed by fear,
we speak of other things, words without weight
sparkle in the light and evaporate.
Truth is not simple, it is not one thing.
Money, an effervescent solution,
its heavy meaning weighs down the question.
Please do not thank me, you owe me nothing,
there is greater value in your relief.
It does not end, we cling to each other
and squeeze out the drip, drip, drip of ourselves.