[verse]
Am I destined
or just pushed around
by indirect genetics?
Do hands of time clasp me?
Do waves of words tamper with my
timid freedom with fine strings of meaning?
Or am I my own man?
If I were one
molecule from
ancient heavy breath of troubadors
could my song be new?
Would I owe the lines I write now
to Shakespeare, Chaucer, or some great unknown
uttering ancient genius?
[chorus]
Some know, some fear, they are not wise but taught
some accept the day
then others foolishly say
they are their own flower pot.
[verse]
Gilgamesh and
Akhenaten
up and gone for unforgotten lands
carved out of the sands
took me with them between bookends.
Every muscle in my body cried,
Haven’t I been here before?
[chorus]
Some know, some fear, they are not wise but taught
some accept the day
then others foolishly say
they are their own flower pot.
[verse]
Mother, father,
thanks for nothing.
Where is it, the past? You’d best beware.
In flesh or in air?
Keep your eye on it as you flee from it.
Actions from habit, sighs from auld lang syne
taste like a long lost wine.
Aristotle
St Augustine
tower in my back yard like the mountains.
Navigators sail,
aviators tell me, take off,
suddenly I can’t go back again,
whether or not I want to.
[chorus]
Some know, some fear, they are not wise but taught
some accept the day
then others foolishly say
they are their own flower pot.
[verse]
A7 ///
G7 ///
A7 /// Gm7 ///
Am7 C / D AMa7 ///
Am7 C F#7 G7 B7 ///
AMa7 /// G6 /// D6 /
Bm7 / A7 ///
[chorus]
D6 /// //// ////
Am7 /// Bm7 ///
G7/D /// G13 /// Dm7 /// DMa9 ///