Life is but a dream

 

You take the high road
and I'll take the high road too,
maybe we'll get to where
we are going together.

Mr. Big takes the low road,
every time,
we know the story well,
the suffering helps us to remember.

Our boat is sinking,
no safety in sight.
Our 'leaders' fly the globe
spreading dark words
and promoting darker times.

But we keep rowing

and singing the rowing song,

life is but a dream,

or a nightmare,

depending on 

where you stand. 

I pine for
connection to the circle,
sitting around the council fire,
hearing about the past storms
and the ones to come.

Fires, deception, forked tongues,

war$, pirate treasures, 

we hear it on the rail lines

when we press our ear to the humming tracks,

the train is coming.

 

Do we trust Washington's words?
Can we trust the generals,
the neo-cons.
the smallpox laden blankets,
the rancid flour,
for the starving children?

Ukraine must be supported,
says the Washington freedom talk,
which sounds much the same
as Crazy Horse, Sitting Bull,
Standing Bear, Chocise
heard in their day.

I'll take the high road,
you take the high road too,
maybe we'll get to where
we are going together.

Love, self-respect, stubbornness,

memory, sadness, beauty

and determination 

keep me walking. 

Bruce