Never

Never; would we wonder why
Were we, where we were
Never, would you see me try
Were we, where we were
Seeing satyrs softly sighing
Now is here but then is gone
Self same satyrs standing sated
But for broken brothers bonds
Forever questioning, never sure
Absolute wings to fly upon
Never knowing not-withstanding
Such fleeting moments, here then gone
Like Quaalude's query quiet objective
Subjectively serene as it is severe
Such ludicrous longing for loves illusion
We watch and wonder with waxing confusion
Simultaneously sensing our souls will sear