Glory to the one true king
The only one worthy of my praise
And the original verse which was written down
For the final song I will sing someday
Glory to him
The God of perfection
Who far above and beyond
All of these most imperfect thing
For I am not him
But I will do my best in everything
The clouds racing across the sky
Remind me that my chance to live
My window into this varied life
Is rather short-lived
And that one day, as I certainly know
I'll be able to fly across the sky
Beside the the clouds
But never high enough to look down
At least with this particular set of eyes
It's been too long since I had sap on my fingertips, beneath my nails
It's been too long since I've passed by the turkey blind which I built for myself, almost a lifetime ago
It's been too long to know exactly how a clearing fades but never grows
But it's never been too late to walk there again, to dirty my feet in the spring of Earth, and to speak out loud in the cool breeze until I can no longer feel my nose
No, it's never been too long, or too late, for walks like those
This is the path before my feet
Which I'd like to share
The wet grass, the grey clouds, the pine trees
Poking the sky to run their fingers through its hair
Surrounded by the kind of limbs which always thrive
But do not necessarily care, about a man's feelings
How they have listened to me throughout the years
Until my voice is my own in mind
How their echos and their shadows, have carried me in the past
When I was there, and had more weight to bare
But not this time, which is exactly why
I hope you could see both here and there
Beside the talking pines forever
How I hope to walk, without care
I'd describe it for you if you'd ask me
With a piney laughter in the air
How can a human being be so good?
Have such good parents?
Have such a good upbringing?
Have some good friends?
Get a good education, at a good institution?
Have good enough degrees to get a good job?
Have a good enough mind to problem-solve?
And everyday continually subscribe to a method of mind which means that they willl thrive?
And with every success still remain not a snob?
How can any human being be so good and brought up?
And yet still after everything, be so very messed up?