Friday, November 2, 2012

we're on our way

but to where who can say?

I got a compass'll

make your eyes cross

but if I were you

I'd trust the ground beneath my feet

and even that I'd think twice about...

anything can give way at anytime

isn't falling free for real

so different than our imaginings

of letting loose

free falling to an end we can postulate

all bets are off

and we'll land on our asses

in whatever positions we set up for ourselves

God is not the absentee landlord He's accused of being

He just gave us all choice and so all responsibility

and so our own choice

to live or to die

even if we cannot tell the difference

here the Apocalypse is for real

it has finally come

and I've never been anything but on my way...

and you as well...join me on the refugee road to what paradise

or what?

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