Cold winds, pushing.
Here, if only inspiration;
Warm fires pulling.
Where, indeed, if not in
Names are the world's words for who,
But what are the words for what?
Within who is a world of hows, whys, and
Wise? Ways, at least; here to there, story to share, burden to bear.
But who's to care? Jerry-bear in the air?
Nonsense even bloodhounds can't track.
Doesn't matter if you don't understand;
The world's like a traffic court:
The rules apply whether you know them or not.
Don't get your license taken away,
Changing lanes without using your
Thinking caps made of Reynolds Wrap.
Keep out the bad vibes
Circumscribed by good intentions,
Cold war conventions,
Hard working convenience store clerks,
And other mythological creatures.
Yeah, the world's full of rainbow gold
The bull's full of shit and Michelob. Light
The way out of this rut;
This doldrum convolution contributing to the delinquency
Of my what.
Don't think for a second that this is meant for you;
You know who.
I don't even know how.
I do know the wise have it.
There, but for the grace of God go I.