fate of the rythmed
“Not Too Late, Can They Know, Avoid Their Fate?”
Striving, seeing across the barren sea
Islands, no pillars of strength are there for thee
Question, look within if boulders your shoulders bear
For shame, oh longing ones, if you ignored the ones who cared
For going to anyplace, it wasn’t their intent
Simply joining in, laughing, yet sad smiles bent
Boring is what the bored, spoke unto me
But they knew what they were, and so bled this plea
“Inspire us, lead us anew, so that in the ground
we will not, end up too.”
Shaking our head, we sat up in bed
And we knew the time was nigh
This too, could wait a moment, for it was said, some should die
You cannot know, such a thing, feel it’s blow
Oh cold hearted fools such as none
So fill up your cup, drip off the cuff
And belatedly fire your sign
Forge a new day
Let your son belay
All the times you couldn’t know
But fellowship this
All those you stood there and dissed
Pretending to know the good and to kiss
The very folk you squash under your blow
Let ears be heard and eyes be seen
But let those who have them be not
For sharp is the lesson they’ve yet to learn
And kindergarten is not the time for them to rule
But instead later on in school
When they are out and about
In yards and cars
That’s when they shoulder their boulder
And throw it about
And join in weeding feasts
That throw themselves onto the garbage burning heaps
And question and gurgle
All manner of turtle
And forget that all be.
Striving, seeing across the barren sea
Islands, no pillars of strength are there for thee
Question, look within if boulders your shoulders bear
For shame, oh longing ones, if you ignored the ones who cared
For going to anyplace, it wasn’t their intent
Simply joining in, laughing, yet sad smiles bent
Boring is what the bored, spoke unto me
But they knew what they were, and so bled this plea
“Inspire us, lead us anew, so that in the ground
we will not, end up too.”
Shaking our head, we sat up in bed
And we knew the time was nigh
This too, could wait a moment, for it was said, some should die
You cannot know, such a thing, feel it’s blow
Oh cold hearted fools such as none
So fill up your cup, drip off the cuff
And belatedly fire your sign
Forge a new day
Let your son belay
All the times you couldn’t know
But fellowship this
All those you stood there and dissed
Pretending to know the good and to kiss
The very folk you squash under your blow
Let ears be heard and eyes be seen
But let those who have them be not
For sharp is the lesson they’ve yet to learn
And kindergarten is not the time for them to rule
But instead later on in school
When they are out and about
In yards and cars
That’s when they shoulder their boulder
And throw it about
And join in weeding feasts
That throw themselves onto the garbage burning heaps
And question and gurgle
All manner of turtle
And forget that all be.