The Same Statistic

we knew we had to leave people were all around
making bad jokes and holding umbrellas

a ficticious character in an old gray coat
out of style so long ago

while interacting with a firm policy is set
if people don’t know you they know you the best

cause what they see what you dismiss
data entry my agenda
it’s the same statistic for the purpose of grace

joy unexpected in the fanatasy realm
feeling protected from harm

if you think you’re safe don’t touch me now
over fences managers in chain
reflect on the passion of glances

you’ll have a chance to talk to the bus driver, but only about change
your interest is known and cultivated with a secure place among the imperialists