I’m not alone as I notice
Your demeanor as you walk in the door.
The air is warm
Your tone is smooth.
It leaves me flat on the floor.
You’re so decidedly jaded
With disposition so cool.
Armed with the truth, you shoot from the hip
You’re so casual as you discard the fool.
The sycophant and his chronies
Blindly pave their way into hell.
The smoky anvil of justice smiles
At the hammer of truth as it fell.
You despise them for what they’re worth
As you cast an apathetic gaze
At the jokers and clowns that speak with no sound.
You leave them to their ways.
Ever since I met you I have found
It’s your cool truth that leaves me on the ground.
When you speak I hear no other sound.
It’s your cool truth that keeps my world going around.