Short And Sweet

You ask what is the quality of life?
 Seeking to justify the part you play
 And hide, fearing it incomplete
 To try to make it any more or less than short and sweet
 But short, short is from you to me
 As close as we are wont to try to make it be
 We're caught watching the dark in the sky
 Who knows, helpless as time itself to hold the time of day
 And you, you are a fantasy
 A view from where you'd like to think the world should see
 Be true and you will likely find
 A few building a vision new and justice to our time
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 And we, we, the immoral men
 We dare, naked and fearless in the elements
 And free, carefree of tempting fate
 Aware and holding off the moral nightmare at the gates
 And sweet, sweet as a mountain stream
 We'll look toward a new day breaking in the east
 We'll meet as every future dream unfolds
 And surely quality that is the very least