Bono!! Bono!!

Is it so easy to believe

That these signs beckon so identically?

When transient scripts rarely strike so deeply by their resemblance

Do you hate me or am I just hard to please?

There's little ground to stand on atop these bridges I've defiled

If running out of options could only feel more out of style

But below there's passing water that just seems far more worth my while

Than to declare this tongue a forest fire

So we'll keep these doors open

May our shallow lungs runneth over with the breeze that's comin' in

Feel the push and pull or aquatic metaphors

Just as likely vast and drowning as it is to be what's founded each step forth

(So we fail forth)

'Cause a fear of disrepair can grow overblown and trite

And surely less sustainable than some ailment more defined

So give me tribulations, so give me trials, and errors

And errors, and errors, causes, and "whys?"

And we'll keep these doors open

For the freedom of an exit or a longing for intervention

Feel the back and forth of my reckoning with tension

I promise to treat absence as no option because you don't

So I'll send greetings from Mt. Molehill

And spend the season recounting time poorly spent

Why learn to read what's left unspoken

When we could leave 'em writing best-sellers at our expense?

(Who are you? How are you? Why are you? What's your goal for the day?

Who are you? How are you? Why are you? What's your goal for the day?)

So we'll leave these doors behind

Because separation has stayed well past its welcome

Shed the dreaded weight of self-stifling momentum

We've got firmer bridges to come along the way