Suicide Minus U & I

This coming year was meant
to pull us up from the root of the problem.
We've been living like doorknobs of abandoned houses,
just waiting to get our turns.
Trouble lies underneath the compounds of a mask named 'Hope'
Smouldering flames dance upon countless waves of unimportant filth.
Insidious clandestine properties control
fabric of space, time, and space time frames.
Lover's Leap is a bit distant, mind you.
And nothing could ever make me
take the step that takes my feet away from me.
Ordinary passengers have predominant glances
built to remind us of our own shortcomings.
Listen here, for it won't be handed out again.
This is the end of everything we'll ever know.
But time may balance the way our eyes have shifted,
unraveling signatures that were written
while we were living upside down.
Picket signs with splintered wood keep us from moving on.
Help us build a better defense,
and we just might give you a standing ovation.