Doldrums, Us

I can talk about who you are
What you mean to be
Who you want to be,

But the limes of our lives
Seem trivial in pursuit
Of purple skies and little
Men in green suits.

And the heart of our lies
Want heroes with guitars
And feelings on our tongue
To shoot champagne-cork wars.

We know well, yet know not at all.
We long to tell, but can't tell a soul.

I can talk about anything at all
But all I say is hurting the doldrums
Of who we are.