Worn out contignecies
World of innefficiencies
My own deliquencies to these matters
How we grow
How do we know
That the world keeps going
Keeps going
While I am still trying
Still rowing
Worn out contignecies
World of innefficiencies
My own deliquencies to these matters
How we grow
How do we know
That the world keeps going
Keeps going
While I am still trying
Still rowing
A word a month long
A day and a word
Flight of the progess bird
Making our way in the world
You and I
Making our way in the world
You and I
Don’t blame before you prepare
Don’t cast shadows
In hopes of despair
Why ask for forgiveness
When you have committed the crime
Why accuse others
When you do it all the time
The game is played
Fair and square
Now it’s your turn to sit in the chair
Hope can set you free
From the burdens of
Insanity
Running around
Hoping we can jump
1 inch further
From the ground
Hope and burden
Life and love
It’s all up to us
Read my lips
It never happened
Poetry in motion
While bureaucrats are clappin
Watch my lips
While my hands are in action
Hope it never happened
What happened
What news
Its all so confusing
Shut it off
The world is not quite
So amusing
More fighting
Is it really needed
We are all tired
When we heard the call
And headed
Now more brutality
I thought we were headed
To civility
Goodness dear friends
What happened to us politically
Socially
When is the contest over
And the collaboration begin
When can we have forgiveness
For all of our vulgar sins
Not today I guess
As all hopes of civility
Renewed and put to the test
Knowing when we are growing
Can be the most difficult wager
Speaking with a sage
In a small bar in NYC
Asking for advice
Eating cheap Thai food with rice
What will become of us
What will become of the little ones
How do we differentiate when
We consists of billions
Millions of questions
I guess this is how it goes
When it is your known time
To grow
Top of the afternoon
Rest of the morning
Test us in the evening
Sleep at night
Top of the afternoon friends
How’s about this
How’s about that
I think the chair broke
Where I just sat
Skip
Scat
Two jovial folks
Talked of the world being flat
How can this be
What happened to integrity
What happened to truth and fact
I guess we all might just be
A bit out of whack
We get along
Make our way along these
Treacherous paths
Sudden spoken wraths
We get along on couches
Beds
Cars
Sheds
Tiny houses
Mansions
Disconnected
Recollected
Connected
Clean
Infected
We shuffle along
Our heads in the clouds
Making our way to the next day
Tripping over our feet
Trying to compete
We make our way
Just one day at at time
Hoping we will all be fine