Worse Things

Worse Things


There are so many worse things I could be.
Wrapped unconscious in a ridiculous reverie.
A musical lesson sung in all the wrong notes.
Kept under key obscure and remote.

No one understands and no one can see.
I did all this for you and for me.
The kerosene, the match, the frozen glee.
Drowning the factory that created me.

Water to a flame and flame to a match,
How could we have known it would catch?
How could we know we were in luck?
No one escaped when we blew the clutch.

All of the evil was captured alive.
No longer in darkness where evil can thrive.
Open to sunshine and victim to rain.
The rust and decay took all it could claim.

We were long gone and lost in a maze.
Still stars in our eyes and looks all ablaze.
They can’t ask us questions that we haven’t heard.
We knew all the lyrics and blurred all the words.

Tell some other fool and drink of their wine.
It happens over and over and all of the time.
While young we are stupid with endless ambition.
With grace we get old and live in submission.

We can know how we came and where we are going.
Just don’t fall asleep when you should be rowing.
Some one less able than you will be sailing the winds.
We’ve been here before and we know how that ends.