is there more than we can see
opiates and comedy?
stripped to the briefs of heresy
and from the next car she looks at me
i can feel it, so it makes me pause
some strange old school metaphysical cause
i look the other way for a new glance trade
then i’m standing on the crest of a thirty foot face
and i see everything!
and i could say that i couldn’t care less
but put it to the test and i think, damn,
i’m blessed.
i got love and i’ve got life
the two arms i need to survive
and if a weak fool tries to deprive
i’d thank god this life was mine
i may be poor and that may be my choice
but i own this voice
and i like to make noise
and i see everything!
we could talk about the weather
we could talk about your job
we could talk about your children
all is all is all is all and
i see everything!
you can talk about all you nihlism…your apathy…your hopelessness
and i do get angry sometimes
sometimes i do get angry
but in my world
i truly do believe that what you need is love
“it’s easy…”
don’t tell me that it isn’t true!
god (love?) is in me and you
i see everything!
and i could say that i couldn’t care less
but put it to the test and i think, damn,
i’m blessed.
