The Diagnosis

Dreams are made of glass

They shatter so completely and it happens so fast

In a moment go from bliss to bust

The world changes so much faster than us

And wisdom is in short supply

Science knows what it is, but it don’t know why

Data flows like water from implausible machines

But just because you know the truth don’t mean that you know what it means

Lord, the heart is in constant motion

Tumbling downstream to the infinite ocean

Gasping, beating, looking for signs and wonders

Listening for signal in the storm and thunder

Hope will light the way

On the darkest of all days

God, we need an overdose

To face the diagnosis

Pain is a poetic art

Mastered by specialists reading from charts

Sticks and stones can break your bones

But words will break your heart