This phantom life

I am a dancing bear
You are a magazine
We are a mess of holes
Shaking from head to toe

If we only knew the answers
We could print 'em up onto tshirts
We could sing for revolution
We could fight all our wars and win them

Or wile away the summer's day
In a daydream, a daydream

None of this can be bought
None of this can be sold
Safe in the frame we find
But for the letting go

You can hide your desperation
From yourself and from your children
But you cannot contain your terror
Or your loss of poise and diction

This phantom life
Is cast aside
At the moment
We most need it