Confusion

Our notion is noxious
Our purpose profound

We've lost far more than we have found

The air is un-conscious
Your hand is un-clad

Minds are blank, our expressions are sad

Trying to remember the good that we had
Acting upon the times that were bad

We pick up the pieces as they get in our way
Then wipe away tears-a small price to pay

Should we surrender, or shall we defeat?
An alliance like ours? Impossible to beat