Cultivating Moss

You can spend your time spinning in circles
chasing shadows in the wind
pushing back against the tide
You can run and hide
waiting for relentless darkness to rescind
Dig yourself a fallout shelter
stacked with twenty thousand tins of magic beans
Dissect every word that’s ever spoken
still not knowing what they mean

Live in total isolation
let your mind go round and round
Keep asking those same questions
to which no resolution can be found
Make a monument to madness
sacrifice your hope and dreams
Gladly fall answering a call
mind, body, soul and all
lost in subdued silence
of the forsaken’s acquiescent screams

Pinch yourself with rationality and reason
slap yourself with scientific fact
confident you’re in the right
but are you sure that truth’s intact?
Listen to the experts
pontificate eloquently their alleged educated views
little squirts telling you how it works
on youtube or the BBC news

On your knees, now pray to god
or just bow to show you’re owned
Join a group or start a coup
or fuck it just get stoned
Go to work and pay your taxes
complain about the government and your boss
Hard to prove, we’re on the move
while we’re here still cultivating moss

Every road leads somewhere
so many paths to take
each journey has its dangers
no bet without a stake
Too many lights will blind you
some may lead astray
others would define you
you got to go it your own way