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Aug 2011
Walk in and out, out and in
Don’t know where I'm goin’
But I know where I've been
I've been out living
While you stayed here dying
I've been searching for truth
While you’ve been lying
You’re inclined to conform
I'm inclined to rebel
Been trying to scare me with oceans
Oceans of notions of heaven and hell
But I am the good ship
My sails fly me above the oceans of notions
The bays of dismay
¾ of the earth is under water
even more as the situation gets hotter
but I am above
Above, above, above
In my sea sound vessel
With gilded sails of freedom I fly
Above the waves of discontent
Fleeing from going the way Atlantis went
“Poor and huddled and yearning to be free”
No longer enough just to let things be
‘Cause things have been and will continue to do so
With or with out help,
The incessant thinking
You think you know
But you only knew
And now things are new
And you can no longer say that you know
Things keep changing, the tide, the time, the season
As we pretend to know
that we know the reason
But how can they know anything of change
All they do is stay the same
They progress while standing still
Digress! Digress! Don’t keep the even keel
Need to open the eyes
of those who think that they’re wise
Cause the wisest man I ever met
Told me he didn’t know anything… yet.
Written by
A N Friedman
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