To dance And sing In a crowd That's not Havin it To not be Hushed By The Chill They Themselves Are guilty Of the same At some point They Remember The thrill Then court The laughs From Some Random Nutters If that Don't work Pull Sharp Down The shutters.
In the hell Of the cave After the road Runs out You can't retreat Or go forward Then you'll see Just what you're all about Where cups Hold only blood And knives Cut only humans To see what drains Out of you And what You've been Consuming.
He put up An art piece sign In the New York subway That read PLEASE DONT SMILE AT STRANGERS And it barely raised a grin Most sagely nodded Then stared down At their screens again.
Concentrate on business But focus On infinity They were keen on that They really beat it into me But the ring Turned full Left Leaves your foreground Smudged and fuzzy You can't see Your way clear To the good times Always coming.
When you pick up a string Will you follow or pull Reel in the years Else walk back and mull Then again The best course Might be To drop it and run Toward the horizon And whatever May come.