And in that moment, We Saw

The one that always complains is just lonely,
The one that never complains wants to cry,
The poet’s dreams are of bloodshed,
And the metalhead dreams of the sea.
The young one wants to be older,
The older one wants to be free,
The quiet one’s life is a trainwreck,
So where does that leave you and me?
We float in a sea of redemption,
To reveal or to hide as we choose,
While we strive for digital perfection
To be judged, disregarded, ignored or abused.
The scars on my arms and the pain in your heart
Will fade, or perhaps fester, in time
And all that we are at the end of each day
Is an imperfect and incomplete rhyme.