The Lived-But-Yet-Named - Karate

From hotels in the middle of the night

I’m calling you out

To candles cling tentative flames

But they burn just the same

Just in case you forget

Sick in the silt of the strangest taste

I’ve hated today

Still something sings within the vein

I forget to fail

I forget to complain

How much more can we stand to stay

Before clouds complain

Soaked to that critical stage

With the overdressed words

Of the well-meaning vague

How much will the Leitmotiv sway

To compensate for our fallow-yet-vigorous play

On this century’s take

On the lived-but-yet-named

Hold out, hold out

Because this moon is twice as good

When you see through a year of nights

What you thought you understood

Set out, set out

Because this haze is bound to wane

It can no longer pretend to hide

The will of third-class seats on tomorrow’s trains