and while we go on

and while we go on human lives swing in the balance
twirling on tenuous strings waiting to be dropped
and still we call our mothers about forms
and worry about money and think
about the rooms in which we'll live when
some would like to live in rooms at all

and while we go on people eating our lunches
talking about fruit and places far away people
in hospital beds thinking how did i get here
thinking oh how will I go on

and while we go on writing poetry to try and think
these things away and brothers are angry at justice
mothers tell us into the receiver, it's touch and go
they tell us, touch and go on