Pendragon
03-21-2008, 12:17 PM
Possibilities and Hypocrisy
If I turned my back upon all the people that advise me just to smile and be brave
And went off into the forest to live my life in solitude, surviving off the land—
Would the animals around me come and leave final offerings on my grave?
All these self-appointed skeletons in robes of religious colors, thinking to save
People from destruction, yet if not their congregation, they will not stretch out the hand—
If I turned my back upon all the people that advise me just to smile and be brave,
Perhaps without the noise and the confusion of the hyperbole that comes at me in waves,
By the sweet thunder of a waterfall all alone I might come to understand the plan…
Would the animals around me come and leave final offerings on my grave?
Strange that I have always felt closer to an animal, perhaps because I knew that the love they gave
Was not conditional on anything except that I cared for them and they loved the man—
If I turned my back upon all the people that advise me just to smile and be brave
( I wonder sometimes how they would take the pressure? Would they hold or cave?
Without walking the mile they seem to know exactly how I should and how they can…)
Would the animals around me come and leave final offerings on my grave?
With the way man lies, to say the truth I would just as soon have the animal’s praise—
The fine words turn to ashes quickly for how fickle is the mind of the creature we call “man.”
If I turned my back upon all the people that advise me just to smile and be brave
Would the animals around me come and leave final offerings on my grave?
Pendragon
©3/21/08
If I turned my back upon all the people that advise me just to smile and be brave
And went off into the forest to live my life in solitude, surviving off the land—
Would the animals around me come and leave final offerings on my grave?
All these self-appointed skeletons in robes of religious colors, thinking to save
People from destruction, yet if not their congregation, they will not stretch out the hand—
If I turned my back upon all the people that advise me just to smile and be brave,
Perhaps without the noise and the confusion of the hyperbole that comes at me in waves,
By the sweet thunder of a waterfall all alone I might come to understand the plan…
Would the animals around me come and leave final offerings on my grave?
Strange that I have always felt closer to an animal, perhaps because I knew that the love they gave
Was not conditional on anything except that I cared for them and they loved the man—
If I turned my back upon all the people that advise me just to smile and be brave
( I wonder sometimes how they would take the pressure? Would they hold or cave?
Without walking the mile they seem to know exactly how I should and how they can…)
Would the animals around me come and leave final offerings on my grave?
With the way man lies, to say the truth I would just as soon have the animal’s praise—
The fine words turn to ashes quickly for how fickle is the mind of the creature we call “man.”
If I turned my back upon all the people that advise me just to smile and be brave
Would the animals around me come and leave final offerings on my grave?
Pendragon
©3/21/08