It starts, without much ado.
Like the silence that seeps into awkward conversations,
when there's nothing more to ramble upon.
'Cause goodness, as a virtue ceases to exist.
And you and I perform, to the tunes of our opinionated rhythms.
Diplomacy, well maintained.
As you and I smile, trying to scrape through the cloddishness.
If I would have been the spectator, and not the actor,
how heartily would I have laughed, oh how heartily!