Something Understood

I wonder why
when she sighs
it sounds like winter
with her storm approaching

My heart breaks
when the truth of her dedication
fills itself past the prescribed level
and reveals her weakness

The drummer beats a lonely 4/4
as the last of the old warriors
pass away two at a time
never facing themselves

All of this screams at me
and I remember when the words
would sort themselves out for me
before the need for distraction
 
But now there are too many channels
to understand anything
amongst the chaos
except the chaos