War's become metaphor as much as act,
we know the world's in danger from the fire;
the rule requires that we accept each fact
not from requirement but from plain desire.
A time may come when we must choose to walk
away from all the things that keep us sane,
instead we are supposed to calmly talk
while other forces put us under strain.
No law that governs human soul or beast
can keep us from the truths that we all need
but if we wait too long we'll find the least
of our intensities will lack true speed.
All of the past comes out in one huge jest:
believing that the world is just a test.