Was it that the murderers and thieves
Adulterers and cheaters
Could not see the error in their ways
Until he showed them they could be loved?
Is it not obvious to a man
That sins against any fellow man
Retard your growth
Burn your bridges
Keep you trapped in walls of hopelessness
Who is our savior?
Who can touch the hearts and minds
Of our youth?
Who can convince them that the narrow path is worth traveling alone
And that faith, hope and love build bridges to the future of your dreams
When there is safety in numbers, mediocrity, and fear

What can we infer
From whence it came
It showed up spinning, growing and fading
Small and furry with sharp sharp teeth
Isn't it obvious our minds are the keys?
We are ice in a glass of water
Somehow remembering from whence we came
In our songs and poems and pictures
It's all a clinging or running from oneness

If the animation
Of a group of cells
By scientists
Proves anything
It's that chemicals dance
Like leaves in the wind
And what makes us special
Is the breeze we are flying in
And the paths it took
Long long ago
And far far away

It is what it is
This hair
These clothes
A shell over what's real
Get down to the energy
The life
That's always the same
Wants the same things
All else a distraction

All these people strugglin
Who struggles in a real community?
Eighteen and you're independent
And can't depend on anyone
We're still moving toward the gold rush
Taking the family that will fit on your caravan
But what do you do when it's fools gold?
Play the fool and tickle the man
You're a long way from Kansas, son
There's strength in numbers, delusions, and drugs

There's too much going on again
A nap's a sweet escape
No day off in 3 or 4 weeks
I'm starting to go insane
A cluttered room is a cluttered mind
One day in seven for rest is best
Or at least one day in ten would do
I can't produce so low on juice

They've come to you for interference
Don't play the nihilism card
Your thumb on the hose is building up pressure
150 pounds and I pop
And we'll all get sprayed

I see a gong and I just want to hit it
Thousands of years and it all turns to dust
Is that really all there is?
I want to love while seething
Have courage while fearing
Smile while crying
I don't want banal bliss
I want to be moved
Is that all there is?