what does it mean

what does it mean
the way that pretentiousness drops
the way that the room cools
the way that the snow piles and
the way that your arrogance outshines
what brilliance you have hidden below.

what does it mean
when you waltz to another tune entirely
when you drink from a different source
when you chop the wood as anything but logs
when you march out of step of the serenade
we all seem to think is so elegant.

what does it mean
the reason that you work is lost
the reason that we labour is useless
the reason that they strike is foregone
the reason that happiness has left the building
has to do with our burned out manifesto.

what does it mean
that I don’t know how one can be so cynical
that I don’t know how you can forget the movement
that I don’t know how causes of our ills are lost on you
that I don’t know how we aspire to lead and forget
who what when where and why we came in the first place.