When too is more then enough we move through to get to,
a road well traveled when your not well enough to travel,
a crossing is made when they made the sign of the cross,
a crescent is red, when the star is blue, looking into black holes.
Are they wishing it all away?
My god your timing is impeccable but I got no time for religion,
my yard has it’s Praetorian Guard, so it’s always free to roam,
Rome wasn’t built in a day and come the end, the day was long,
a Greek Chorus can show what’s underneath, the hidden tome,
the bite of the Cherry could be the fruit of your labours,
if you labour the point can you point to the point of it all?
Wishing for a fix.
Mop the brow to browbeat the kid under cross-examination,
the test avoided falls asleep in the mind of no education,
breakwater, another impossible task, will it be watered down?
When the news is splashed will it wash away the sins?
Wishing they’re not there.
When half is not represented are you getting the whole story?
Even if it’s gospel are you the hunter or just the soul quarry?
When nearly at the end are you finishing to start again?
When you’re at the start will you ever see the future gain?
Wishing on a star.
With no time to spare in your spare time, turn time around,
when it’s round about time it’s time to square the circle,
“it’s about time” is not about time it’s about conditions.
a stitch in time is always at nine, let’s fix a time in our journals.
Wishing you had more time.
Spirits rise when the spirits are downed, a sprint to the finish,
step into the light when you’re light on your feet, Nelson, my son,
the light at the end of the tunnel is just the start of enlightenment,
the fork in the road is something to feed the curious one.
Wishing, doesn’t make it happen.