Was a time,
Walking the hill and valley,
Wonder did seize my being,
Being did seize the wonder of me,
Looking meant the same as seeing.
Was a time,
Seemed my intellect was sharper,
Spiritual awareness more clear,
Time suspended, horizons farther,
Walked through life, void of fear.
Was a time
Mankind was my flesh and blood
Newspapers brought tears to the eye
Beauty transcended the bloody mud
Heaven could be seen in the sky
Was a time,
Complexities came into focus,
And meaning was quite clear.
Open the eyes, hocus pocus,
Truth was honest and sincere.
Came a time,
Seeming burned out and older,
With family, grabbing for a career,
Survival harder, temperament colder,
Could cry if left one righteous tear.
Has come the time,
Truth be more vague than ever.
All past understanding seems nil.
Before it can fade into never,
I pray for return to the hill.
So many roads you walk down in life
You have kids, your job and a wife
Things get rough, but still you keep on
There is a future and dreams to live on
The people you meet are really all the same
Each has a name, knows how to play the game
Most would never give the other a break
Each is in this world for his own sake
Too much concrete and people want to fight
We seem unable to see the community light
We waste time and move along like snails
Thinking only of ourselves, telling tall tails
Once I believed that heaven was at hand
But so many people, I cannot understand
Every one thinks he has it made in the shade
But in my opinion, does not make the grade
Trucks roll down the road to make it on time
The people think it is fun to read about crime
In a world so messed up, I can hardly believe it
It seems to me the only solution is to leave it
Note that I learned upon this day,
We bullshit all of our time away.
Thus does exist a bomb and a gun,
All of earth’s creatures on the run.
I go to the store and what do I see?
A whole lot of psychos, just like me.
People buying wine, whiskey and rum,
All unaware of where they are from.
Everybody is a psycho, far as I know,
Everywhere I look, everywhere I go.
Everybody is a psycho, it seems.
All day long and in his dreams.
Peering out from this place in space,
Within this nearsighted human race,
Fearing control by a hidden neurosis,
A product of some spiritual psychosis.
You must wonder, what does that mean?
Nothing is shown that is not seen.
You must wonder, what does he know?
What can you expect from a psycho?
I could kill you or you could kill me.
How much more insane can we be?
It just does not make sense anymore,
Time to go back to the liquor store.