Wonderland or Not

I go to sleep, before
the devil wakes
and I wake up, before
the angels take

It’s been dark here lately and often depres­sing.
I’m sure it’s evi­dent to ever­yone there are a mul­ti­tude of things which bother me.

all my worldly desi­res
all my yards­ticks of fear
all my sec­rets untold
all my moti­ves unclear

Today it was a debate full of pan­de­ring poli­ti­cians, the Pope, of the Church which hid well for years all those pedophi­les, tells pharmacist’s to make a cons­cien­tious objec­tion to avoid dis­pen­sing emer­gency con­tra­cep­tion. Talk about conscience.

han­gin’ down in the fire
bur­nin’ them higher
won’t take them away from here
and long after we’re gone
the lights will stay on
the lights will stay on

And the there is Goo­gle, insi­dious, now suc­king in my Veri­zon, not that Veri­zon didn’t own me already – I’m now to be dually owned.

watched the city … city of crows
watched them fly, watched
’em all flyin’ low
out above the flood plain
just above the dirt road
they were hungry as win­ter,
hungry as us
not afraid to be flyin’, not
afraid to be lost

End­less sad­ness, end­less tragedy.

Yet I am not so sad.

and long after we’re gone
the lights will stay on
the lights will stay on

I’m not sure how much of it mat­ters in the end.

and if you bury me, add
three feet to it
one for your sorrow, two
for your sweat
three for the strange
things we never forget

I’m just not sure.

and long after we’re gone
the lights will stay on
the lights will stay on

You all give me hope, just by the rea­ding of you.

and long after we’re safe
the lights will not fade
the lights will not fade

And so for you, a more uplif­ting begin­ning to this day.