a means of understanding we won't get
from all our efforts and for all we try
the course we travel long ago was set
a means of understanding we won't get
the rule it seems is for worry and fret
yet every tear is frozen in the eye
a means of understanding we won't get
from all our efforts and for all we try
no magic we might have could let us fly
beyond the limits of our earthly place
we're doomed to live so far below the sky
no magic we might have could let us fly
a sort of truth requires that we must die
and vanish and become no more than space
no magic we might have could let us fly
beyond the limits of our earthly place
when we are done we find that we can trace
the roots of rivers to the mountain's feet
the answer that we seek shall come apace
when we are done we find that we can trace
we never shall behold an honest face
nor with the open-hearted will we meet
when we are done we find that we can trace
the roots of rivers to the mountain's feet
the ones who come we will not even greet
an answer may be given but not yet
a single ship won't signify a fleet
the ones who come we will not ever meet
each one is paralysed in their own seat
at least that's how we ought to place the bet
the ones who come we will not even greet
an answer may be given but not yet
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
15 August 2007
escaped significance
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