All I ever do is
Create illusions
Merriment and loneliness and
longitude
My attitude increasingly outdated

I can't hear or see or feel
your emptiness
You're real
say-
Are you        can you
Will you always feel this way?

If ever we shall learn
It must be soon
No longer may we hide
Escape the moon

Say nothing will disturb you
Break your stride
Soothe
Unmake or shake your pride.