Spending hours in weathered chairs

heading for calling it quits

three nights of debate

and not a word that fits

We can't fix this,

one turbulent day that ends

and leaves us broken, shattered

and scrambling to make amends.

We tried to bring this back

to last summer's innocence

but what's passed has led us

to a catatonic trance.

We're working for a greater cause,

we're working to find some proof,

A return to some normalcy...

a return to last year's youth.