we are living in the years when fear is the philosophy
tiny, scared and stupid too, you sell your story to the news
he would, she would, we would, they would kick it over, start again
and it's happened once, and once again they steal the flame and sell it back
to you before you have a chance to set a match to all that tinder
waiting to explode into a million flaming voices saying:

I don't want this any more I thought we could cooperate
but please don't advertise my life as if it's something I could buy, like
winners, losers, movers, shakers - pathological polarity
it's ethics for beginners, simplified to serve a cause, but there's
no-one left to fight today except the mercenaries hired
for the job then thrown away; what rises up and shakes a fist
is met by dull, expensive force and excellent technology

that should be serving millions not just those who have the influence
to buy their way above the dangers of a floating world, where the
water seeks it's level, and it's level is above our heads
can you swim? I hope so, I learned yesterday; relax and drift away...
don't you worry now, because we'll do this anyway, we are
inevitable as the river - find a level, flow into it

no-one tells you you don't have to do what you don't want to do
maybe sometimes, but then only if it wasn't sold or forced on you
if you ever get to this point just say 'everything is meaningless' and the
real thing is the real thing, no - it really is this time because it's
you and me and he and she - the dwellers on the threshold have all
come to term and all we have to do is to step over...