Thoughts on Life and Nothing
Sticks and Stones make break my bones, But you will never hurt me.
I build myself up day by day only to cut myself down again.
I travel along roads where others seek their final destinations
knowing not where they lead, nor why I have chosen these
ever winding paths, laid by the hands of our forefathers
with the sweat and blood and tears of our mothers and brothers before us
who bore none and every hope of what is to come at the next mornings light.
Through dark ages we have come and yet stand strong, though weak and afraid.
We live our lives with constant fear as others throw caution to the wind.
We lift our voices loud and clear and say nothing of consequence, whilst
voices of the quiet man speak truths of things we need to know
but we close our ears to his all but silent truth.
We turn away from the truths that take away from the beauties of life
which make our days bearable, liveable, breathable.
But for how long?
We spend our lives saving for our futures, futures we consistently destroy
day by day as we drive our cars to shorten our breath,
take fire in our hands to pull back smoke into our ever blackening lungs.
So easy it has become to lift our voices, hypocritically, in favour of restoring our tomorrows,
But in our minds these changes need not happen today.
There will be time for Change tomorrow, but too often everyday is today.
The idea of tomorrow is fleeting, like the hopes and dreams our progeny.
I build myself up day by day only to cut myself down again.
I travel along roads where others seek their final destinations
knowing not where they lead, nor why I have chosen these
ever winding paths, laid by the hands of our forefathers
with the sweat and blood and tears of our mothers and brothers before us
who bore none and every hope of what is to come at the next mornings light.
Through dark ages we have come and yet stand strong, though weak and afraid.
We live our lives with constant fear as others throw caution to the wind.
We lift our voices loud and clear and say nothing of consequence, whilst
voices of the quiet man speak truths of things we need to know
but we close our ears to his all but silent truth.
We turn away from the truths that take away from the beauties of life
which make our days bearable, liveable, breathable.
But for how long?
We spend our lives saving for our futures, futures we consistently destroy
day by day as we drive our cars to shorten our breath,
take fire in our hands to pull back smoke into our ever blackening lungs.
So easy it has become to lift our voices, hypocritically, in favour of restoring our tomorrows,
But in our minds these changes need not happen today.
There will be time for Change tomorrow, but too often everyday is today.
The idea of tomorrow is fleeting, like the hopes and dreams our progeny.