Justify your answer.

It's time for the final doubt
For taking one last breath before we prove our hypotheses
That living can be happy even with another person
You said that twos and threes and fours and fives
Are the happiest people you'll meet
I think we might end up justified

Auto lights playing on the wall and the ceiling
It's the principle of the thing, leaving the window open a hair
I swear it's spring, even if there's snow on the ground
Flopping your arm around me, in your jammies just for now
Warmth is all you're looking for, if I was so innocent..

Busy streets, messy with possibilities
And a plate of scrambled eggs, greasy with affection
That cracked the shells and mixed up the yolk and white
I think we might find out that we were justified
For falling in love with flaws and old photographs
Flannel shirts and lank wet hair

It Lifts You Up With No Effort At All

let's not be trite and cheap and tawdry
let's not have glamour with lights that flash
how about we grow and strengthen
and show our earnestness and life

and move and breath with violent symphonies
expanding pushing changing pressure
becoming more like trees and stars
things not living like you & i are
things more greater than our animal strife
the blood and sweat is wasted currently
the rhythm and the beat of everything moving
universe lifting lifted lifter

wet and damp and cold the rain comes
stinging my face and numbing my hands
wind explode and revive reawaken
bring me back to life and shaking
cold but steady legged, bright eyed and waking

like a-

a poem written like a song like a thing with sound and a rhythm and a melody like a something that came pouring out your soul and you couldn't help it just came and you vomited and you were sick like a party like a something last night can't remember what you did but you did it it's there in your memory like a stick in the mud that you drew pictures with and the rain came and washed it all away but you remember and take it and pour it into your hand and flows out your pen and you're crying but it hurts oh it hurts but you're creating and you're making and this is better than you've ever felt before better than closing a deal or the first night first time first whatever but it hurts but you're better now worth more as a person just like you've wanted always trying to put something between you the empty void you know lies at your core like a shallow pond with new sudden depth and meaning and matter and it just flows and finally you realize that it's over but you can't not do it again so you get some sleep get some rest eat a little then you do it again and again and again and again till you've beaten yourself up and we're done here now there's nothing else to do.