Clinging to a ladder
hung from a copter,
trying to tie my shoe
Clinging to a ladder
hung from a copter,
trying to tie my shoe
I used to long for the revolution, which meant breaking out of the rut, the spiritual doldrums, the sickening sense of lethargy and failure. It was a pleasant notion really, detached from the body bags of actual revolutions – a self-improvement project. Sadly, though, a real revolution now marches our way. As the ground shakes, I wonder: What is required? What must we do?
Where do you
wring it out?
When that man called what he’s called did what he did
millions begged to be minions and wilt
You can’t be good by looking good.
You can’t be good by tricking someone
into thinking you are good,
or by having someone rewrite history
to say you are good.
You can only be good by being good.