2015年4月10日金曜日

Best Intentions



Glib and insouciant, the president makes jokes about the madness he’s unleashed,
surrounded by his paymasters, who, rubbing sweaty palms together, gather round a feast;
Meanwhile men and women die on foreign fields; 
war is a commodity and death is all it yields
And it’s all over in time,
We lose our bodies first, and then we lose our minds
And when we lose our memories we rush to get in line
And rejoin the dance
We spin round and round,
and round and round
Till black is white and up is down

Meanwhile...
somewhere on Saturn a wise and precocious child stares in disbelief
At a holograph that shows a world not far away where battles rage and hatreds never cease
Moved to act, he vows to heal the suffering he sees; 
makes his deal with destiny, and leaves his life of ease
And it’s all over in time,
He sheds his body first, and then he sheds his mind
And shedding last his memory, rushes to get in line
And enjoin the dance
spinning round and round,
and round and round
and round 

Meanwhile...
hearts filled with gratitude, two parents gaze with pride upon their unexpected child
who is wise beyond his years, and very clear that he is here to serve a purpose that propels him from inside
Magically, it seems, he grows up in the public’s eyes; 
soon powerful men rush in and chart his stellar rise
And it's all over in time,
They push him forward till he's frontmost in the line
and, having drowned his memory in flattery and wine
they enjoin the dance
they spin round and round
and round and round
and round

Meanwhile….
he wonders why even now the stars seem to call to him, when he looks at the sky on winter nights
Could it be that he’s still the same child who long ago believed that he was sent to set the world aright?
And it’s all over in time,
We lose our bodies first, and then we lose our minds
And when we lose our memories we rush to get in line
And rejoin the dance..

and spin round and round and round and round and round......