Pylons & Other Modern Art

We're pointing upwards at all times 
We build up and in circles - the architecture of the pupils 
It's hard to read between the lines 
They're second hand and made of wood 
I understand that it's understood 

Rationale will let you down 

A lamp-post towers overhead 
An artificial form of light that we can reach with added height 
I think we're heading underground 
Because rationale has let us down 
Rationale will let me down 

Rationale will let you down