I've always proudly worn my pride
On the fact that I was right
Could it be perhaps that I was wrong

On most of what I knew
In everything I do
Heaven forbid, perish the thought

It hurts more than you know
When you find out you've been told
Over time a hefty share of lies

Just to keep you in the dark
Of who and what they are
The ones on top who wear a thin disguise

They like you where you are
Kept tight in a jar
Keeps the focus off their slight of hand

So they can do their tricks
Without you knowing it
Whether they're on the Right or Left

If you think you know
What all is going on
You might want to sit down and think twice

That what you think is true
Might be you without a clue
Whether it's coming from the Left or Right

I bought tickets early in life
With what they'd given, what I'd taken
Expecting any day to have that ride
Yet once again mistaken

Through the years and through the smog
Miles of rails got rusty
Forgot way more than I'd been taught
Figure that's what it must be

I hate to think it's all for naught
Just like daylight savings
As I watch my train of thought
Pull out of the station

Where I see me eagerly
In the passing windows waving
Happy to be a sight to see
My mind off on vacation

Drinking from half-empty cups
Full price I'm still paying
Memory jog around the block
This is where I came in

All of it all for naught
You know what I'm saying
As I watch my train of thought
Pull out of the station

Woke up early this morning
The sun shinning in without warning
How's depression to set in
Messing like this with my zen

Birds outside chirping have me worrying
Squirrels playfully hurrying in their scurrying
I have no idea of what to do
With all of these good feeling blues

With the grass green even on my side
There is no need for a changing of the tide
I'm about to waste my day away
With this happy plastered all over my face

How can I be sad or even mad
When I'm loving this and liking that
Humming to the tune that I am *******
Clinging to these good feeling blues

A slice of pie a piece of cake
A good time vibe to start the day
Just as I have often dread
I woke up on the right side of bed

As it is I'm not into this
Too much happiness and bliss tossed into the mix
What in the world am I supposed to do
Smack dab in all of these good feeling blues

she
has
a
heart
tattooed
on
top
her
chest
cause
the
one
inside
we
ain't
seen
yet
says
she
hasn't
had
the
opportunity
or
felt
the
need
to
let
it
beat

some
say
she's
too
mean
for
that
which
is
the
reason
for
her
tattooed
chest
to
show
the
folk
she
has
a
heart
just
not
on
the
inside
part

I catch it knocking nightly
On the center of my mind
This thing they call the conscience
Letting me know wrong from right

It gives me room to wiggle
As I preform my daily feats
Although most are rather simple
It still keeps an eye on me

It helps me in my comings
And goings both the same
To keep at bay the dreaded face
I've come to know as shame

My conscience serves a purpose
In all the do's and don'ts I find
Floating on the surface
Of this crazy thing called life

It keeps a watchful eye on me
In all my ups and downs
This thing they call a conscience
Thankfully always hangs around

I've got a Bobble Head Buddha
That nods on the dash
Some guy named Gideon
Whose Bible rides in the back

Rainbow covered Rosary beads
Hang from my mirror with ease
I've got all the bases covered
As pretty as you please

Have my cassette of Hindu chants
Where I hum along
Shaved my head for Hare Krishna
In case I get it wrong

Holy water in my reservoir
So when my windshield wipers wipe
I have that added protection
Never knowing what might

A Yarmulke from a Bar Mitzvah
In the seat next to me
With a case of Watchtower in the floorboard
I pass out for free

No cigarettes or coffee
Like a good Latter Day Saint
In case Jesus comes back a third time
Who's to say that he ain't

With all my bases covered
I feel pretty safe
Guess I can now crank the engine
And start out my day

When I was a young girl
I lived in the dream
That said what I wanted
Was waiting for me

A dream filled with beauty
One that's in keeping
With the highest of standards
Set from glossy magazines

Instead I grew up
With inadequate feelings
A life time of dealing
With what I was not achieving

My mind now a cage
With no hope of freeing
Until I learn to say
I love me for me

All because when I was a young girl
They set up my dreams
Told me what I wanted
And took me from me

This a continuing story
I'm sure that most can relate
The blind search for fame and glory
Can be a grave mistake

With wild twists and turns
That most folks don't know
Fame is just waiting to burn
A soft tender soul

The pasture looks greener
On the other side
Although leaner and meaner
In its need to hide

Like a Flytrap from Venus
Once fame grabs ahold
Will **** you bone dry
Leaving you out in the cold

It'll do your shopping for you
Buy nothing but empty suits
Your fans will adore you
In the outfits that perfectly fit you

So say hello to glory
And move over fame
If you're in the mood to lose
All but your name

Which you'll need to keep
to have something to shame

Right here, right now, right off the cuff
I must say that I have stuff
Possessions or obsession
Either way it's way too much

I've been collecting all these years
Moving forward, grinding gears
Stuffing boxes here and there
Piles of purchase everywhere

Knick knacks piled on top of shelves
Collecting dust above all else
Each one seems to be mid scream
Could it be a cry for help

I even buy extra stuff
Where I can stuff my stuff
From massive sheds with metal lids
And still it's not enough

A problem for me I say maybe
But at least it's one I love
After all as I recall
Is there ever enough when it comes to stuff

In my younger days I used to play
The as I do not as I say game
When all I did seemed to come out wrong

I would often hang the fool in me
Out for all the world to see
But thankfully those days are mostly gone

Although they still pop in and out
From time to time to give a shout
I think mostly to see what's going on

And to keep me on my toes
Letting me know that it knows
In a heartbeat I could sell my soul out for a song

Thinking that I've got this licked
While the fool in me bites at the bit
Hello, is there anybody home

With nothing left for me to prove
I'm just one step at back to fool
Back in the thick of it before I know

Adding to my history
Another bent of fool in me
All I need for this to be is to leave open the door

if grass were blue
and sky was green
in the oceans open field
i'd float in dreams
to the outer banks
of in between
under a chartreuse moon
in waves of tangerine

as pink dolphins
come together as one
and sing out loud
to the purple sirens song
near the jagged rock
where the sailors warn
of the changing colors
of the coming storm

i'd still think of you
as if grass were blue
on the changing tide
of the oceans hue
as i live by
what i thought i knew
with sky's of green
and grass of blue

Sometimes I wish
I'd grown up like this
Where sorrow was the only sound
You could hear for miles around

Life being a struggle
Parents being unlovable
Where all they did was scream
At my siblings and me

Maybe if I'd been homeless
In a world that could care less
Then my pen would find to write
More in-depth the strife of life

Or forced into an institution
From what I'd been abusing
Caving to the pressure
Beyond what could be measured

Bit by bit I'd give the clues
Of a life worn thin by its abuse
Taking my writing lessons
From down the hall of deep depression

Helping with said writing
Heartache more inviting
Not this white boy, white bread
Poetry I seem to do instead

I have a heart
That has no eyes
With which to see
Loves coy surprise

No mouth to speak
To say be wise
You're in too deep
Before you realize

No thoughts at all
Without a mind
No helping hand
To be its guide

Without feet
To run and hide
Still jumps right in
Time after time

A constant beat
It provides
Fast or slow
With no rewind

No artful skills
To paint a sign
Stuck on love
Is all it likes

my friends all worry about me
as i can't keep a thing in mind
cause all that it's on lately
is You and me keeping time

they say i'm in on conversations
but can't remember what has been said
i try my best at explanations
that You are all that's in my head

all i do is think about You
that my dear's the honest truth
if i opened my mind and let loose
all my thoughts would come back to You

they could bury me deep in therapy
spend all they have on so called shrinks
after all this all they would know is
You're the only thing i think

as my head is filled with wonder
it's little wonder at what i do
big surprise that there's no other
thoughts i have that aren't of You

all i do is think about You
that my dear's the honest truth
if i opened my mind and let loose
all my thoughts would come back to You

I'm painting a picture
In my frame of mind
A little abstract
A bit out of the lines
Hoping it looks
Exactly like
The thoughts in my head
I've colored this time

I'll sign my name
So I'll know who I am
For later in life
In case I forget
I might paint a hint
On the back of my hand
So if I lose a clue
I can wave where I'm at

With my mind blowing free
As I pass the time
Painting a picture
In my frame of mind

I've never been much good with my hands
Which makes me wonder why by my side they linger
The only purpose I see they serve
Is holding onto all of my fingers

And the first one holding on seems to delight
In the pointing out of others wrongs that it finds
While the one playing dumb we call the thumb
Hangs around for the hitching of rides

I never use the middle one
Trying to do my best in love
And there's no use in raising the bar of anger
By flipping somebody off with the *******

Then there's the one that holds the ring
That brings on the smiles of remembering
How very blessed a man I am
To have married such a beautiful queen

And last but not least need I even mention
Not one to miss a meeting
Is the little pinky raising the bar
When afternoon tea I am drinking

Like I said
I've never been much good with my hands
Except to hold onto my fingers
Well, you know the rest...

5:30 am...I hit the snooze
To turn off the obnoxious sound
All I do is delay
The morning melee
As the sound rolls back around

Quarter till six I remove all the sticks
From my eyes also known as sleep
My feet hit the floor
As mutts scratch on my door
A reminder of what's to be

My four furry friends at once all descend
As I open my bedroom door
I make my way through
The mine field I knew
My dogs strategically placed out the night before

I open the back as they all attack
Their imaginary foe
Like a bunch of banshees
They let out their wild screams
If I can't sleep why should my neighbors next door

As I stand in the dark with one last high pitched bark
Contemplating the sanity I lack
We go back inside
A slight tear in my eye
To get ready for work where it is I go to relax

if you take
all the mistakes you've ever made
and you save
never giving them away

overtime
if you keep them in your mind
you will find
it'll rot out over time

Here's a shout out
To all the Ladies out there
Who want a boyfriend so bad
But haven't found him just yet

Don't worry girls
It's not a hopeless cause
The man of your dreams
Hasn't found you yet is all

You see he's out there
And he's searching  too
Looking for the perfect women
And that perfect women is you

When it does happen
You will know this is it
Because both you and he
Will be the perfect fit

So go out and enjoy
Galentines with your girl friends
Because this time next year
You may all have boyfriends

There's a man I once knew who sang the blues
Though I'm sure it wasn't in his plans
Kept a small stone in the toe of his shoe
To help him remember the things he'd forget

He would never back down nor throw in the towel
Though the blues is the blues is the blues
Never once slowed down in walking it out
Or so says the stone in the toe of his shoe

The look in his eyes weren't set on compromise
In all that life had put him through
He might have said to you if you haven't a clue
Try a stone in the toe of your shoe

Works wonders he said with memory kept
If you're deeply in debt to the blues
If only you can remember this my friend
Put a stone in the toe of your shoe

Then you won't go wrong with singing a long
To whatever song you're singing to
Being hard to ignore as the day runs its course
The stone in the toe of your shoe

If you need a place to run to
Someone to tightly hold you
A helping hand to help you through
Whatever life throws at you

If you need an ear to listen
Someone to wipe the tears that glisten
To fill the space of a heartbeat missing
To give hope in what you're wishing

If you need sympathy in a shoulder to cry
In the darkness a sliver of light
Someone in which you can hide
That will never fade from your sight

If you need someone to bandage the break
Take the hurt and toss it away
That will be there day after day after day
To help you through life's confusing maze

Then that would be me...

What if love was contagious
Like some sort of disease
Affecting all religions and races
Bringing the world to its knees

Where a cure is never found
Where no one even tries
A disease that for years sticks around
Contaminating all of mankind

From a kind word being said
To a hug when it's needed the most
In hopes it quickly spreads
With everyone being the host

What if love was a disease
And it was highly contagious
No need to put us all in quarantine  
Because love is a disease that would save us

I went and got my drivers license
Today at the DMV
Out of all the many questions
They thought to ask of me

The one that struck me funny
Is if I wouldn't mind
If I get in a wreck and lose my head
Could I leave the other body parts behind

So I checked the box and said good luck
Getting anything to work
And if it does I'm warning ya
All it's going to do is hurt

Cause my heart's been broken many times
If you feel the need to ask
And with my brain let me explain
There's not one good cell that's left

Both my knees are in need of sympathy
And my feet have spent years beating the pavement
I'm really not sure there's much more
That you could find worth saving

With all the many years of smoking
My lungs must be feathered beyond tarred
And as old age me pees quite frequently
I'd say my kidneys are *****

If they'd like to take my eyes
I have the glasses to go with them
The right seems to have the best sight
They might have problems with the left

I have been complimented on my smile
Though I'm missing a few teeth
But they do wonders with implants these days
Although I hear that it ain't cheap

Guess when the time does arrive
I no longer will be here
Maybe so I should write a note
And let them know which parts to stay clear

Or just give it all to science
And let them marvel at the wonder
How anything could work this long
After all it's been put under

All of this is what I thought
As I checked the box...

You can be the one to open up
The very first to rise
Beat the drum on things to come
Counter all the lies

Tell past tells as they were told
Keep the flame lit bright
Tightly hold your generations torch
So others may see by the light

You can wave a sign of the times
Calling out all bluffs
Walk the thin and narrow line
But will it be enough

You can make friends with the unfriendly
Pack an extra smile
Give to those in desperate need
Walk the miracle mile

Bring it all to the forefront
Leaving nothing behind
You can be on time in all you do
Spend the extra dime

You can unpack the hidden secret
Sprinkle it with love
But unless all this is really meant
Will it be enough

I've had more than enough
As I shoot from the cuff
Hitting my foot every time

You'd think I would learn
As soon as shots are heard
To get out of the line of fire

What seems to be my fate
Either early or late
Never am I on time

As many comes as there are goes
You'd think by now I'd know
Where life and love intertwine

But I seriously doubt
I'll ever see inside that box
As I only know what's up
With the downside of love

Is it the fact I'm a man
And can't stick with a plan
Taking time to follow the signs

To see if they lead
To a heart that's in need
One I can share with mine

If I take a deep breath
Let out the one that I've kept
Packed tight in my lungs all this time

No telling where it might lead
Could be that single heartbeat
I have been hoping to find

But I seriously doubt
I'll ever see inside that box
As I only know what's up
With the downside of love

You see her and you stutter
Wrack your brains for something to say
Pretty sure you might have to sleep on it tonight
With this being the girl of your dreams

In daylight, she plays the princess  
With chorus line, she dances across your mind
The only difference being when you she sees
There's not that glimmer in her eyes

You're not that great on conversating
So you keep things as they are
No need in waiting past hesitating
You'll see her tonight as you snooze neath the stars

Where you may ask her to go out dancing
In an open field lit up by the moon
She'll have stars in her eyes as she comes to realize
You're the man with all the right moves

She'll then tell you how much she loves you
And that you are a dream come true
You'll answer in kind where have we been all our lives
In this dream, you've dreamt more than a time or two

You might marry and she'll have your children
Both boy and girl to round out the perfection of love
No telling though which way this dream will go
Still with her in your dreams it's more than enough

You just wish you didn't stutter being near her
Wrack your brains for something smooth to say
As once again you find you'll sleep on it tonight
With this girl being the girl of your dreams

The night time went rouge
Wouldn't you know
Stepped out of the dark
Hitting the road
Finding out how
To weave in and out
From the still of itself
Without any doubt

I took a-hold of the night
Read it its Rights
Don't come again
Till after day light
This sneaking you do
Round about noon
Really is not
Very becoming of you

Where upon the night said to me
I can do as I please
Be who I want
This country is free
You're wasting your time
If you're trying to find
Some way or another
Of controlling my life

So that's why we are
Now all where we are
As the night took a bite
Instead of just bark
Knocked the daylight
Right out of the park
Where now we remain
All in the dark...

it started out an argument
where neither side knew what they meant
with faces red, they had a fit
which only helped in screaming it

both sides saw the other wrong
in word and deed is what they thought
with ears that fume and eyes that cross
they state their case at any cost

no show of hands in reasoning
not sure exactly what they mean
in what they're told not what they see
just tap your feet to the lemming beat

an argument no one can win
when neither side is giving in
which leaves us this predicament
to live in love to love and live
to stem the tide of the argument

I was handed a questionnaire
And asked to fill it out the best I could
With #2 pencil in hand
I saw the questions were on love

I've never once questioned my love for you
I've studied hard, I've studied well
That's why the first box I marked off as true
When asked if I'd give my all to you

It asked things like would it be alright
If I held you tight the rest of my life
I marked that box all of the above
Cause isn't that what you do for love

It then asked if love was meant to last
It talked of the future in view of the past
That question was adorned in essay form
I filled up one page but could have filled two more

I started off by writing
True love only looks straight ahead
The past is past, no need looking back
And should be buried along with the dead

Which means if you dig it up enough
The only thing it does is stink
And the buried past really has
No place in loves company

Once I got through the questionnaire
I felt good about the fact
I had honestly answered all the questions there
As I handed my #2 pencil back

From the multiple choice to the true and false
Along with the final essay
I folded it up, brought it home to you my love
For the final grade

No idea of where you're heading
Continually treading life
Through shark infested waters
Waiting for the school to bite

You know they smell the blood
From the daily beating up
That this world loves to give
Surrounded by the fins
Always swimming in
The deep end

Like some poolside game
Paddling your way through life
As you're tossed the ball
You drop it every time

Floundering around
Close to being drowned
Trying desperately to get a grip
With life's sides always so slick
Having yet to learn the trick
Once again in
The deep end

Not much that you can do
In water dark and blue for life
In the churning of its sea
It's hard to see beneath sometimes

Life so cold you find you're froze
As something nibbles on your toes
So sure this time you're near the end
Where you feel you've often been
Swim little fishy swim
Always swimming in
The deep end

I still have all the kisses
That you ever gave
Paper or plastic
Is how I have them saved

I keep them in the pantry
Easy for access
When I find I'm lonely
In desperate need of a kiss

With so many kisses saved up
From which I get to choose
Each flavor I love to savor
As they all come from you

have you ever stopped to think about
the lives that we pass through
on the paths we take from day to day
and the effect they have on you

from the rub of infancy
to the running stride of youth
those whom you touch along the way
end up touching you

with the awakening of adulthood
to the age of who'd have thought
along the way the paths we cross
become a part of us

Have you ever heard of poets
Being superstars
Riding round in limos
Groupies by the score

All the ones I know are famous
Have been decades in the grave
Maybe that's why I have a hard time
Even giving my poems away

Why I can rhyme with the best of them
What have they got on me
I also want all the fans I can
Throwing themselves at my feet

I hear that Edgar Allen Poe
Had a goth ******* the side
And romantic William Shakespeare
Had women chase him all his life

And even that meanie Bukowski
Still has those drooling over every word he has to say
And little ole me out here in the weeds
Can't even get the time of day

Let alone get a single one
To even look at me
It's a lonely life when all you do is write
It all out in poetry

Perhaps a lasting catchphrase
Where they'll all remember me
"To me to be or not to be only through death will I succeed"
When it comes to poetry...

We come here every evening
Circle up our chairs
Like cowboys with their wagons
To explain the world we see out there

Our very words keep us on the outer edge
Always running through our minds
What cure it is we're looking for
Hoping that cure we never find

Yes, this is Poets Anonymous
We exclaim it one by one
Hi, my name is "      " and I'm a poet
On a journey that's never done

Searching for that masterpiece
That eludes us all the same way
It's that one thing that keeps us digging deep
Every single minute of every single day

It's hidden in this pen somewhere
We're all sure of that fact
A lucky few have found it once
And go to no lengths to get it back

So here we huddle in our circle
All with the same curse that is at play
Poets Anonymous is for all of us
Where a poets suffering is our fate

I'd like to fly this life
By way of the bird
Feather free in finding time
Instead of life in a blur

I'd like to sit atop a tree
Rest in peace unfurled
Feather free in my own keep
By way of the bird

all the poetry that i own
i started writing down on stones
jagged rock upon the ground
that i find lying around

i put them all in a bag
pretty as you please that i gift wrap
bring them all home to you
give you time to read them through

place the ones that you like
in the garden for others to find
the rest we take down to the lake
where we spend the day skipping them away

I'm going to go ahead and close my eyes
I've seen enough for one lifetime
And believe you me from what I've seen
I think that it's a crime

And while I'm here I'll also close my ears
With so much said, I don't want to hear
Cause all the sounds seem to do
Is to raise my fears

Like I've said, ain't no secret kept
That this world we're in is one big mess
With a break in the bend, it's bound to end
But when is as good as anybody's guess

Caught up in song barely holding on
Bidding our time on the inevitable
While in the meantime to the signs that are buying
We keep selling our souls

For that simple slice of paradise
All alone in a home up on the hillside
Raining the flood of unstoppable tears
Amidst the mudslide of lies

Like hungry fish, they keep reeling us in
Hook, line, and sinker again and again
No need to heed the warning's too deep
And we're not even listening

Like I've said, ain't no secret kept
That this world we're in is one big mess
With a break in the bend, it's bound to end
But when is as good as anybody's guess

I'm in cahoots with my mind
To dream up a pair of wings
Strap them on my back to fly
Off on the next waiting breeze

All I need do is close my eyes
Search real deep until I find
My imagination running double time
And set my mind to flight

There ain't no telling where I will go
Anywhere I choose
But first and foremost will be due North
While whistling an in-flight tune

All I need do is close my eyes
Wave reality a quick bye, bye
Search real deep until I find
My imagination double time

And set my mind to flight...

In the responsibility granted man
as fickle as he is foul
wheeling and dealing with mother earth
he'll take all that he's allowed

****** the land of every grain of sand
and nutrition to serve his purpose
she stands in hope that one day he may know
that none of it was worth it

But when you are the disease
who can you turn to for the cure
remember please wise words such as these
nature never did betray the heart that loved her

Early in the morning
Fore the rooster crows
Long before the sun
Peaks through farm windows

They get an early jump
On the dawning of the day
To start in on the tilling
Of the red dirt clay

Like those long before
And those before them
Playing out their part
In Georgia life farming

Fighting off the yawns
As they make my way
To the open fields
Of the red dirt clay

Out to feed the world
Along with their families
Tossing out their cares
While tossing out the seed

This ain't to say
Life is a piece of cake
It can be as hard
As the red dirt clay

Sometimes there ain't no choice
When life chooses for you
No need to raise your voice
You do what you have to do

Year after year
Down to each new day
As an honest life is made
In the red dirt clay

she hesitates
which always makes her late
reads worn out books at night
with quizzical looks she finds

she writes poetry
all titled please help me
while humming foreign tunes  
she rhymes black inked in blue

she's good at giving gifts
to those less fortunate
to which she receives the most
because that's all she knows

again she hesitates
with things she'd like to say
because she knows it's best
when things are left unsaid

she breathes sighs of relief
it's how she was taught to breathe
while raising her left hand
a right she feels she has

that hand she wears a broken watch
which says more than enough
inside its slient tic
is where her time is kept

when she speaks of relationships
it's a smorgasbord of hit and miss
held out like an apology
a secret that she keeps

she'd like to be a star
in a galaxy far from ours
and maybe then one day
she won't hesitate

Early morning, late night arrivals
This Ball and Chain has hold of me
Fingers to the Grindstone spinning out survival
The bitter taste of freedom makes those fingers bleed

Would I have listened or even paid attention
If someone out there had taken time out to warn me
With peace and harmony, both concepts clearly missing
This mounting rock pile being my daily keep

Early searching for a life of comfort
Not what the world in which I live suggests
Open up the shades pull back the covers
You'll see just who I am...Mr. Regret

Too late now I wish that I had slowed down
Smelled my share of roses along the way
The ladder of success could have come with a few rungs less
What good is money if you give your soul away

Looking back now I have to sadly wonder
At the insanity and its sludge of upkeep
Bright ideas like lighting flash with no thunder
All of it now raining down on my parade

Now my days are spent with empty plunder
Trying to make sense of how it all came down to this
If I coulda, woulda, shoulda only seen around life's corner
Then I wouldn't be the shell of who I am...Mr. Regret

how many wear their winter coat
in the thick heat of summer
keeping those from being close
afraid to expose the souls cover

sitting alone on life's park bench
in desperate need of conversation
with no idea of why or when
we let our humanity escape us

how many of us...

i'm a pretender
a thin man in disguise
return to sender
with address hard pressed to find

considered a keeper
secrets about myself
i'm a deciever
some things i can not help

a reverse revolator
there are things i'll never tell
a strong detonator
wiring myself up to fail

I'm in looking for this
I'm out searching for that
Being one who'd hate to miss
Where the next big thing is at

With extended claws
To help me cling to
I take up the cause
Cause it's just what I do

I'll run it into the ground
Digging myself in deep
Hoping this time I've found
The very next big thing

I'll try and drag those along
With my excitement
As far as the day is long
Where all my time is spent

Though new turns quickly old
Losing most its meaning
As I move along
Looking for the next big thing

all i am
is played out in song
of what i have
and haven't got
from the outside
may not appear a lot
but all i am
has been hard fought

all i am
in the sense of it
never one
to ever think to quit
not one iota
not a single bit
all i am
is all i'm meant

all i am
this side of life
is the question of
and the reason why
to say and do
to do and die
all i am
is the open sky

How many these days
Open their mouths
Before they have
A chance to find out
Open their mouths
And let it spill out
While their feeble minds
Proceed to shut down

How many of these days
Refuse to change
A lemming at heart
Just show them the way
Follow the crowd
To the cliffside
When it comes time to jump
They are there side by side

How many these days
Are considered blind
Show them the truth
They still will deny
All they can see
Is only one side
How many these days
Has me wondering why

Every day the sun will rise
Still doesn't mean it's going to shine
Most the time it's up to you
In the direction, your world moves

In your time of spinning round
Does your compass point North or South
And how tight is your grip
If you hold too loose life tends to slip

When your flower garden goes to seed
Doesn't mean you won't have your share of weeds
Depends on what you cultivate
And how many bouquets you give away

I'm just saying all that you see
Is not always all that it seems
Every day the sun will rise
Still doesn't mean it's going to shine

Try as hard as we might
There will always be a divide
Between what's wrong and who thinks they're right
Apply this to either side

We can say let's get together
As we pull each other apart
All because we think we know better
Have you lately checked your heart

And yet we wonder why
There is such a great divide
When we don't budge an inch
How could it grow in size

I know, I know what's good for you
You seem to say the same for me
Perhaps if we followed our own rules
Then we all would plainly see

But when it comes to both sides
Between what's wrong and who thinks they're right
Try as hard as we might
There will always be a divide