My Pride

A simple dawn requires my cue Sunset remembers the nature of me but no one knows me, Regularity endures inquisitions about nothing... and that's the nature of me I know how to know everything and face nothing But I cannot engage my heart Simplicity requires us, my love, but that I cannot endure... my soul relies on the emptiness For in that grave I can craft prose I can live as if we never were but for this song I can wallow in my empty pride I can deliver a regularly immersed set of spiteful wails I can singularly look back... I can reach for you, but my pride won't