Just shut your eyes and zip up your lip;
let the illusion of indifference slip
you in a coma of the beautiful life
you pretend.
It doesn’t matter which way you choose.
Your revolution is yesterday’s news,
lost in a column on the bottom right
of page ten.
Here it comes again…
the feeling you should not be feeling,
the knowing right from wrong,
the urge to find the answers,
the make a difference song.
Just keep your mouth shut, don’t say a word.
Don’t let on that you think it’s all absurd,
a trick of light and mirrors meant
to fool the marks.
It doesn’t matter, those who get paid
are on the right side of the barricade.
The choice is death by drowning,
or life with sharks.
And here it comes again…
the feeling you should not be feeling,
the sense that something’s wrong,
the need to turn the light on,
the make a difference song.
09 JUL 2009
