we so often will quiver
underneath the covers
why do we even bother
in a world in so much trouble
perhaps you'll make my Martini stron like on the double
To grasp at straws
in obeying all those laws
some may claim we are a lost cause

a clearing near a forest
it is their a path we need to tread
walking by tall Willow trees
in the distance squirrels look for acorns
a road turns darke
we shiver in the cold
connlestone walkway along its path
grasping each others hand
let me be the first to help you understand

the just moments after the walk
a sound of silence permeates a flow
there are some things you ought to know
life is filled up with moments such as these
shadows break to the fullness of love
coming from a hand from up above
a mere notion of a mystery soon to discover
again under the covers
Why do we even bother ?