Life does not create the threads
It weaves them like a loom
Lightning strikes the fertile Earth
And causes her to bloom
One raindrop falls into the sea
Swells into a monsoon
We rise and ride upon the tide
Still howling at the Moon

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     growing         high                                   above      the      water  
              in a          rising          river           and     we    wonder
                    so            deep        that       our    questions            
                            no           one       has dared   to ask              
                               found the roots below the water
                               now we know it is the same tree
                              changing growing new branches
                              as others are lost within the river
when the great storm           from the sky                                 rise
                                comes down              and makes the river

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You love your country
I'm sure that you do
I'm sure they all loved
Their countries too

You love your country
That's how you explain it
You love your country
And I love my planet

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                          I will not speak my mind again
                          I will not speak my mind again        
                          I will not speak my mind again    
                          I will                                            



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There is a land of industry
Of wealth and peace and harmony
A confluence of new and old
Where the streets are paved with gold

Work and work day in, day out
Work to build your little house
Hurry, for the night is cold
Where the streets are paved with gold

The government is on your side
Nothing and nowhere to hide
So do and say what you are told
Where the streets are paved with gold

Swallow your national pride
Do not fly the flag too high
The consequences are well known
Where the streets are paved with gold

The echoes of what happened here
Frozen in memory of fear
Are waiting everywhere you go
Where the streets are paved with gold

Do not question, do not grumble
Look to the ground and stay humble
Lest you stumble on a stone
Where the streets are paved with gold

When you're a centrist
Everyone agrees
Cause everybody thinks you're wrong

When you're a centrist
Everyone agrees
Cause they all say you don't belong

But if you talk to one person at a time
And bring them just a little toward the middle
One step at a time
Before they know it they're on your side

Take your left hand
Reach as far as you can
But don't give up your ground

Take your right hand
Reach out to the right side
Don't let them pull you around

And then connect two hands at a time
Make a chain that snakes its way across the middle
One link at a time
Before they know it they're all entwined

There is so much
Space here in the middle
All of you can stand with me

There is so much
We can do together
Without this dichotomy

It happens one day at a time
Shifting just a little toward the middle
After enough time
There aren't that many sitting on the sides

Why not get up and move around
And mingle just a little in the middle?
One big fabulous party, we'll be
Dancing in the aisle

somewhere between
0 and 1
probability

I thought I could be with someone
But I was wrong
I thought that I could accept love
But I was so wrong
How could I believe
After so long?
How could I feel so much hope?
How could I have been so wrong?

We are the Universe and so

When we look at the Universe

The Universe looks at the Universe

When you look into two mirrors that face one another

You see an infinite number of reflections

How many reflections

Does the Universe see?

Infinity to the power of infinity

If evil is
The default state
Then good is only
A byproduct
Of evil
Which life
Works
To create

Life is incredibly confusing and complicated and scary
We are able to go on living because we are
Clever and courageous and strong
It's OK to admit sometimes that life is difficult
Sometimes we don't know what it means
Or if it's worth it to find out
But still we keep trying
Not because life is easy or straightforward or clean
But because there is no sense in not trying
If you are already falling
You might as well try to fly
And sing your own song all the way to the ground