Wait...There's Something Off In The Distance

Tenuous strands holding it all together
Gravity will have no hand at this one
Salvaged by the provocation of words so concise
The cynics will face the grandeur of truth
This time it's different
This time there's something real
The winds invoke a mass ensemble for resolve
Frustrated hands clasping for purpose, truth
Met with an assuring grip
This vacant past is all too apparent
So much has been spoken
But one thing is left unsaid
How did it ever get this far?
Tomorrow brings another question to be forgotten
Only your own acts can benefit you
It's been done right...for once