What is unbiased anymore
The word pouring out
Seem to go over more
And more
In a certain
Direction
Than the truth
What is unbiased anymore
The word pouring out
Seem to go over more
And more
In a certain
Direction
Than the truth
A clear moon night
Feeling half-destroyed
Half alright
What I knew
A month ago
I can little understand
Today
How the moon’s cycle
Simply washed
Everything away
Where is the old chessboard
The one we used to play
When nights were simple
And troubles seemed so
Far away
Where are the pieces
That we used
When the life around us
Was not so
Enclosed
The moves we made
Late in the night
When we could look outside
And know that tomorrow
Would be alright
I miss that board
And those games
I have a feeling
They will never quite
Feel the same
The great hall
Calls for more creation
Upon our hopes
Our stagnation
We create a life worth
Living
In the halls around
Us
Can we fail
At this whole
Experiment
Of life
Can we give up
In the face of
Unrelenting strife
No
Not a chance
We keep pushing
We fight
And we will advance
A famous skirt
I can recall
From our trips to
Chicago
Where you would ask
Directions
And I can’t remember
What I said
Sparkling drinks
Have me happy
For just a moment
Such a simple pleasure
But we have to remember
That is what makes life
Sweet
Shiny dinosaurs
In these foreign times
I can’t even make up
My mind
What I am seeing
What impressions are made
Each and every day
It begins to look
More and more
Surreal
A shiny dinosaur
Kind of deal
A yellow thaw
Will come
From this winter
Blunder
Upon us
When
I can’t tell
But it can’t come soon
Enough
Set up
For destiny
In times like these
Away from the ideally
And into the practically
Real and doable
Activities
We are prepared for
Today
And will be for
Tomorrow