Scurrying,
paddlers inanimate
unchanged with time
sign the times
with maps unchanged
but we are Solarians
with lives our own
paddlers inanimate
take a mind
for action
in choice
no longer lies
in left and right
as concourse
no longer matches
like an esoteric
platitude on form
by Greeks, wtf?!
Unchanged,
nature
teaches
new lessons,
a map unto itself.
But otherwise
truth of Society
expires past
consumption dates,
sour and funky
if not poison.
Sign,
that's right!
Shout from mountaintops,
whisper in sewers,
paint the town yellow.
I dunno, maybe one sleeps.
But it seems
this is our world
our time to shine
our truths.
Unchanged,
books date
themselves
revealing
truths
of pasts
heritage,
but you and I
live today
dreaming
of tomorrow.
We Solarians
smell like teen spirit
sickly sweet
but needing no shower
except the rain
in spring,
wishing
for plumbing.
Lives of our own
chooses
platitudes
of new lessons,
a map unto themselves
painted in towns
revealing
we Solarians.
paddlers inanimate
unchanged with time
sign the times
with maps unchanged
but we are Solarians
with lives our own
paddlers inanimate
take a mind
for action
in choice
no longer lies
in left and right
as concourse
no longer matches
like an esoteric
platitude on form
by Greeks, wtf?!
Unchanged,
nature
teaches
new lessons,
a map unto itself.
But otherwise
truth of Society
expires past
consumption dates,
sour and funky
if not poison.
Sign,
that's right!
Shout from mountaintops,
whisper in sewers,
paint the town yellow.
I dunno, maybe one sleeps.
But it seems
this is our world
our time to shine
our truths.
Unchanged,
books date
themselves
revealing
truths
of pasts
heritage,
but you and I
live today
dreaming
of tomorrow.
We Solarians
smell like teen spirit
sickly sweet
but needing no shower
except the rain
in spring,
wishing
for plumbing.
Lives of our own
chooses
platitudes
of new lessons,
a map unto themselves
painted in towns
revealing
we Solarians.