Knowing

Part One:

Are you sick
of information and strength?
There are tricks.
I discuss it at length.
first, we waste our days
on such childish things.
And my 2 cents is wasted,
for who can hear me sing?

It's like knowing is meaningless,
and I"m screaming, "Anchors aweigh!"
It's like growing is meaningless,
if no one can hear what you say.

Do we stand
in shadow, or light?
On one hand
we kiss, on the other, we bite.
And I'm wasting my years
longing for your praise,
and this house is a prison
I now long to see razed.

It's like knowing is meaningless,
and I"m screaming, "Anchors aweigh!"
It's like growing is meaningless,
if no one can hear what you say.
It's like wickedness knows me.
It rests where I lay,
as you've no ears to listen,
and I've too much to say.


Part 2:
Are you well?
Do you brim with light?
Or, can you tell?
Are you candles in the night?
So I waste my tears
on frivolous things...
and there's this air of finality
to the song that I sing.

It's like knowing is meaningful,
but only if you know the truth.
It's like sowing is meaningful,
but only if you see it through.

Do we live
in a finite set of days?
Minds like sieves
will retain what they may...
So I'll spend my life
looking for proof,
because knowing is meaningful,
but only when you know the truth.

It's like knowing is meaningful,
but only if you know the truth.
It's like sowing is meaningful,
but only if you see it through.
It's like providence guides me,
when I listen for her voice.
And I will know the truth,
because knowing is a choice.