Imagine... Sitting in your car But cannot see ahead The road before Is to the rear And filled with fallen dead What evil is this twist afore Where view is misconstrued And taken fright
A place to live To throw rocks at And crash the glass We love to jeer at If you are one Who sees the err Then you must know And be the bearer Too pointed wit Does criticize
Molded clay Has taken form From ages past To be reborn From greater hands It finds a way To stumble, fall In disarray Then up again To fall apart Be it live? Or work of art?
All the fighting Going nowhere All the struggle Many forebear Never knowing Where it leads us Does it solve Or merely grieve us Fighting on Condemn each other Did the boy
Where are we? Where do we go? Investiture We reap, we sow In time dictates A scattered trust Confuses men To harvest lust What have we gained? And did we grow? In circles time
