we both know

we both know: against your sorrows my petty joy won't leave a dent 
those same years that hardened your blade had rendered mine brittle and dull 
then you would talk of how Rome fell - it always falls before the fall
and how they gave you petty change for all the brow and sweat you've spent 

the dharma ferris wheel would turn, yet there was no time to repent 
and when your best was not enough you turned around and gave them hell
we fought so long that - in the end - we got to know each other well 
over this wispy, dreamlike thing that has not once paid our rent 

the line - if there was scarcely one  - between all that we wrote and wrought 
like hopscotch traces in the rain - just couldn't last forever. he
who had once straddled it before would do it all again for naught 

so how about we rested here? acknowledged our bravery 
yes, a heart's a heavy burden - it's beating louder than we thought 
it kept us restless many nights we lulled our friends to reverie