sometimes it is
   easy and no one
    knows why the tents are all

   bright with plenty of wood and
     plenty of fires. sometimes

  it is easy to dance
   no one knows why the
     same reason holds plenty
       of wood, plenty of fires
       we leave out dancing and fighting
      to be reason and
          we
         snooze
          like chimes by the fire
           and no
            one
             knows
                 why