what happened to the unexpected?
did we learn to anticipate it?
or did we simply eradicate it?
and it no longer stirs in life?
don't you think we've killed lady luck
and murdered the gypsy with the colored cards?
this time we've finally issued a law
that nothing comes can be new anymore
they're only corruptions of the original perfection
theres no need for change
theres no room for improvement
swelled in our heads, our own self-absorption
builds walls of gold, of fine achievement
while all the time our forward movement
simply declines
because nothing comes can be new anymore
so what's the point to innovation
why even risk tasting failure's poison
when basking in the sun of "the good old days"
will easily wash all our sins away
and this we will be, content and superior
when up comes the snake and the baboon
in rocket suits, fresh from the moon
and saying "hey, how do you do?
are you still where we left you?"
its called adaptation, friends,
its called change with the program
move in the moment
and dance to that unexpected tune
the words of wisdom
that stick in your head
thats begging to be said.
THIS IS THE TIME AND THIS IS THE MOMENT.
|Stranger| 10:39 PM|
