WISER

 

THE EDGE OF DAY
ENGAGED IN FRAY
I’VE WALKED THE MILES
I’VE BEEN A CHILD
NOW I’M A MAN
I’VE REACHED THE AGE
JUST DOING MY BEST
TO BREAK THE CAGE
LEFT IN A WORLD
SO FULL OF DOUBT
I’VE WONDERED WHAT
IT’S ALL ABOUT
THE RAIN FELL HARD
ON YOUR FACADE
YOU KEPT IT HID
INSIDE YOUR JAR

AND THE OWLS DON’T KNOW

THE POOL OF THOUGHT
IT ONLY YIELDS
TO THOSE OUT WORKING
IN THE FIELDS
THE TREES ARE TALL
THE GRASS WILL GROW
ON DEW FROM ALL
THERE IS TO KNOW
THE BUD IS YOUNG
THE STEM IS WEAK
THE FOOL IS LEFT
ONLY TO SEEK
THE CRAZY WAYS
OF OTHER DAYS
WILL BRING US BACK
TO THE SAME PLACE

AND THE OWLS DON’T KNOW
WHY THE GLOW WORM GLOWS
AND THE OWLS DON’T KNOW
THAT IT JUST WON’T GO