Mardi, 26 mars 2013
If I make a mark in time, I can’t say the mark is mine.
I’m only the underline of the word.
Yes, I’m like him, just like you, I can’t tell you what to do.
Like everybody else I’m searching thru what I’ve heard.
Whoa, Where do you go? When you don’t want no one to know?
Who told tomorrow Tuesday’s dead
What’s my sex, what’s my name, all in all it’s all the same.
Everybody plays a different game, that is all.
Now, man may live, man may die searching for the question why.
But if he tries to rule the sky he must fall.
Resistance loves it when we hesitate, when we over-prepare. The answer: plunge in.