There is so much one could think to do
Spreading fire by the eyes, what’s more
The things that could come trough, true blessings
True demise, and yet we gather two and two
Stack them together and still make five
There is so much one could achieve in collective
Thoughts abroad, like placing sticks and matching wits
Teaching the youth to kiss the sky, and yet it always
Comes down to me and me, and no and I switching sides
What’s more if we are so advanced why fear of impending reprise
I’ll hold it to the common clues of these possibilities and
Surprise, probability of this or that, like whether changing
Storms taking a stroll, or where the earth collides
Still in the most being one who is at peace evil
Knocks outside, forcing him to traverse ground until
The menace disappears and shadow slow subsides
One does suppose the only cure is walking through country side.
Christopher Baird 2011 ©
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