A complicated and indistinct map
is placed in the hands of the now inept
but they don’t think to use other means
to find out which way to go.
is placed in the hands of the now inept
but they don’t think to use other means
to find out which way to go.
Those other means aren’t real, you see
to those with no eyes to see,
with no heart to feel,
and no faith to believe.
to those with no eyes to see,
with no heart to feel,
and no faith to believe.
I’m such a one today in the mire
of refusing to believe
but I do have two eyes and a heart
that nudge the senses day in and day out.
of refusing to believe
but I do have two eyes and a heart
that nudge the senses day in and day out.
It’s them against me in this stand-off phase
and for now I’m the great pretender
turning away from the nudges
like the dead who refuse to breathe.
and for now I’m the great pretender
turning away from the nudges
like the dead who refuse to breathe.
So now when I want to know
whether potholes or not in the road
I sit strapped in to “what the hell –
I won’t see or feel or believe”.
whether potholes or not in the road
I sit strapped in to “what the hell –
I won’t see or feel or believe”.
And a car like you and me, them, they,
when stuck in a mire can’t move
until pretence a thing of the past
and all other means are embraced!
when stuck in a mire can’t move
until pretence a thing of the past
and all other means are embraced!
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