The next

As we move into the next 
we’re completely perplexed 
as the past can’t help us 
understand anything 

our primitive tools 
make us look like fools 
all logic escapes 
in this vacuum 

those children with matches 
those martyrs of darkness 
all get consumed 
as the future chews on us 

I hold your hand 
I’ve got a plan 
to enjoy ourselves 
where we stand 

as I kiss your mouth 
motivation goes south 
nothing left to discuss
not the writing on the wall 

as we make love 
something’s gone from above 
only that divine energy 
pulls us along