Thursday, May 26, 2005
Calling Fireflies Who Cannot See
Perhaps what we say is not today, but tomorrow
Read the book you will be writing, strange worlds unfurl
Anticipation becomes more than a one way street
The future’s a sight to see
Are you there with me?
Pieces of the puzzle before the picture is pleased
The future’s a furious fight in me
Are you Locke or key?
A new dimension came years ago
Now our reflections our reflections show
We broke the ice on a shifting sea
The future’s a label maker stuck on E
Are you mouse molesting bourgeoisie?
Buzzing flowers in the field
A cross-pollinating swirl
Genuflect before the savior bee
The future’s a connective tree
Swing together singing shall we?
Machines smaller than the glazing of an eye
Sweetly wait to service you and I
Miracles will become convenient necessity
The future’s a sight to be
Are you there and free?
Some days we’ll live and thrive
Some days we’ll sigh and die
Just another Jesus complex simple in the sky
The future’s a dark marquee
Calling fireflies who cannot see