I have no enemy to speak of
When they say love is just a drug
They cannot refer to the same thing that I
Would give another and be ready to die
To protect
The whole thing seems wrecked
But there's a summer in the snow
And there are places we can't go
When we sum up the surmise
That is a horizon in my eyes
Shining even in the dark
And as I'm walking in the park
I know my saviour walks with me
Protecting me from history
As a state of mind
Just love and be kind
And let the world know who you are
Does the sun approximate a star
Or is it just far too close
Is is the Spirit or the Ghost
That I feel in the rhythm of shoes
That mark my footsteps in twos
As they hold the pavement ground
Deftly so that a sound
Issues forth from where they meet
I look up and welcome sleet
I see the faraway shore
Beckoning me to something more
And I understand
That nothing good can be planned
As we grow up
Like a tree
It's not up and over
But organically
And there's enough food
To feed each child
Enough land
To let the animals roam wild
And did we build this monstrosity
That is growling in my face
I have to speak up
For the human race
Coz we're going down
And if we don't shift
The present moment
Won't be a gift
But an encumbrance
That we bear
I feel the fabric
Start to tear
As the seam
Is pulled to the edge
Don't let the money
Go to your head
As you earn and as we burn
The stifling and the axis turn
That leads us down a narrow path
Makes me wonder what we might be at
To poach the seas til they run dry
To pour the concrete til the soil die
And I've got this hefty weight to carry
Will I bear children and marry
But all I hear are the cries of the damned
And all the innocents no one understands
So if I've a prayer
It's help me, God
Live with Love
And not the rod
That snaps down on a soft palm
They say that there's an unearthly calm
Before the tidal wave
So take the noise as a sign to save
While we still have time
What is your path
Coz I know mine
The flow of superfluity
Allows me to write
But do I stand up
For what I know is right
Coz there's ancient eons
Creaking with the weight
There are girls crying out
Like they're on a first date
And the man has just
Produced a pistol
I can't hide from
All the vitriol
That just pours through
So I try to compose
A letter to you
So that you might know
That from where I'm standing
The world and its discontents
Can be too demanding
But I don't fail
At the final hurdle
I just shift my stance
Like I'm playing wordle
And there is no monument
Or mountain to climb
That's out of reach
Of the Sublime
So I'll just keep my breath
Like it's a tic tac toe
But I'll be true
Always, you know
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