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"he used to sit on trees and watch the sun - sun go by the stars had looked at him as if her eyes were there, love everywhere" ~ Dreams of Sanity ~ |
day after day... alone in a tree (oh no {good grief}, not another fool song... I mean have we not humiliated or masturbated (or is that flagellated?... obstination?... imagination?) this loneliness theme (or is that romance?... madness?) enough?... obviously not, since alone is still the state of being... continue)... a man looks down on a crowd and wonders, 'where should he pee'... ok, so irreverent as ever, the fool is truly up the tree tonight (with dreams of sanity?... oh pun-ish me down to ol' virginee... virginity optional, but innocence mandatory... somebody throw a branch at him already)... and the girl goes down to the river and the child rolls down to the sea and the boy is told to deliver all in search of some sanity and the spirit flies into morning and the soul lays down on the sand and the river spills out a warning the time of change is at hand how long did we think we could go on sacrificing nature for our greed how long did we think we could go on selfishly succumbing to our need while ignoring basic instincts pretending we are free how long did we think we could escape nature's cruelty maybe we just didn't think maybe that's why we drink maybe that's why we smell oh hell, we stink and the song sings into autumn and the game is almost done and the hope of civilization is the battle never won and the folly of possession and the madness of true love and the sacrifice of innocence to some thought-thing above how long did we think we could go on corrupting the truth for our fear how long did we think we could go on before we disappear while ignoring common values pretending we are wise how long did we think we could live with our closed eyes maybe we just didn't think maybe that's why we drink maybe that's why we smell oh hell, we stink mankind is not kind ironic moronic mankind isn't kind to man or anything it is sick mankind is not kind ironic isn't it? how long did we think we could go on... crash a few symbols break some strings rage and scream maybe a nightmare call it a dream maybe we just didn't think maybe that's why we drink maybe that's why we smell oh hell, we stink . o O ( is it safe to come out now? ) O o . was that really an olive branch?... still I jest, still I tease, still I don't fall to my knees... after all is said and done, I just want to make it fun... helping, loving, giving, sharing, nurturing all we can become... after all is said and done, I just want to make it fun... and she knows... and I am here (forever), watching the stars watch me (infinitely), waiting for her... |
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