Jul 29, 2015
Responsibilities
To be a man- Is it to hurry to and fro? Mustn’t let our worries show, Got adult stress, ya know!
We grasp at strands. Carry with us worry ‘n’ pain, Saddled with our guilt and shame, Projectin’ bullshit down like rain.
We’re in the sand. Sinkin’ slow, though we don’t know. Every movement makes it so, Triflin’ with our tales of woe.
What is our plan? Reaction makes for more strife, Sharpens the “opponent’s” knife. Is it just a part of life?
It’s in our hands-- All the choices we can’t see, So many possibilities, Unwittingly owned by we.
Could be so grand, Shedding shackles of the past, The present moment is so vast, It's peace, we’d have at last.
