What is all this for?

Not ourselves,
not for you, not really,

It could be for them,
but that’d be weird,
because we haven’t met them all yet,

But the stories keep coming,
and the time keeps ticking,
and we still feel like we have to write,
and cut the words loose,

So maybe we’ll figure it out,
one of these days,
because I’d really like to know,

Why it seemed like such a good idea,
and why you all show up,

But hey, thanks.