moving through reality

before you can be clear out of the game
rules must be altered to reflect the fact
that justice is a matter not exact
since we define it as a changing flame
we do not ask you for a chance at fame
but to restore our hope and heart intact
that is our only treaty the last pact
we want to make in our most sacred name
those given meanings never seem to change
though we force all our anger into sight
as time itself becomes a petty toy
we make the world seem better and more strange
in our desire to hold back the long night
our greatest need the short moment of joy