It's jazz and silk and obviously you.
Do they not remember, did they not live through
The years of skinny freedom, see
The joy of self-discovery?
It's lighting and your smiling face,
Carefree not careless, natural grace.
They trudge, commute, do what they're told,
Don't see, don't want, stay calm, get old.
There's rules and taboos, no sympathy,
Just outlaws and devils and maybe me.
The generous help of forgiving gods
Is overruled by the murmuring nods.
It's differential and non-essential
But ultimately reverential,
Requiring a convoluted dance
To take advantage of every chance:
A dance that can never happen because
The lesson in that stuff just never was.