Elephant I What we have here Is the fear of fear Of the unknown Of being alone Of everything And this is the thing What is to be? What happens to me? As what you and I who understand Feeling this way Have felt anyway For so long now Who wonder somehow Now there are more Of us than before II The news is ridiculous And yet I meticulously Read it greedily each day As if I need to anyway I seem to have to get it But then I have to regret it Seems to me it seems to be Getting harder to be this way Through this much-too-muchness and Such out-of-touchness out of hand Out of mind for even me Unkindness through absurdity In this random universe In tandem with what makes it worse This fandom of cruelty That history repeats I see I know I have to let it Go try though fail to forget it Regretting so what I know Is getting to me letting go The elephant in the room Trending toward my impending doom Absurd enough to be for Me to read less who need no more Less is more and more is less More or less ridiculous III I suppose there will be a war Now as how it goes and went before Who knows but I suppose that how It comes might come as a surprise now To some living to forget what The unforgiving never forgot Some would forget but I could not What to get from getting old I got Falling recalling all the dead Who were sent and went but are no more Recalling all the fallen when I think of now I remember then That they should be living instead Of who would forget what they died for Steven Curtis Lance