the word betrays the concept

What an evening most peculiar

He walks a sober walk

To his place under a moonlit glimmer

Strolling where the wind won‘t go

Paths through which he stumbled through

Just many weeks ago

When he wouldn‘t stay at home at night

oblivious to where to go

Who to talk to, who to be

When to pack his bags and leave

How to say the things a man might say

When manliness is weak

What to write about and whom to show

He‘d never ask a why

For a mean interrogation

Would unmask this man a lie

It would shatter the illusion

Of suspension, always brief

When the things you read might mean a thing

To you, but not to me

And what she might hate could fuel your dreams

Whose opposite she wants

But the concept needs a word to speak

And yours is far too blunt

If the word betrays the concept

And does violence to that thing

What could make a person truly

have authority to sing?

No one knows, and no one dares

When the meaning disappears