Assuming innocence
As misalignments large and small
As misalignments large and small
Are a daily pop quiz solve.
Us isolés make of it
Our island —
The place to make our stand
Against no one.
My friends
Pass, they can take or leave
My appearance on their set —
It moves the dial but
Flow bears the water,
The flood of the collective
Unknown and imperious
To us, the bloodstream
Our mind supposedly compels.
Oh it is so much fun, to know
How everyone is sacrosanct,
Everything is perfect.
Perhaps there is a place now
For me.
