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 hopes 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