From The Mystery Remains, page 23
Three Meanings of Nothing
As if life were but a contestWith a golden star to be embossed
Upon the forehead of those who
Shine brilliantly, at command
And, yet are never heard in glades
Pristine with nothing1
But the daynight's turning...
As if life were but a contest
With a golden door
Going to the one who could tower
Stone and steal above all
Else people look down
From higher UP
Proving privacy nothing2
But a naked state of hiding...
As if life were but a contest
With the most amount of clothes
Going to whoever was neat,
Clean, and creaseless
Only to discover
Someone else has to dress you
With the suit you're buried in...
As if life were but a contest
With a mouldering fate
Owing all to ONE
Who promises everything
Yet gives nothing3
But emptiness in eternity
Fory any foolish enough
To carry on like a race
To the very utter END...
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1. In reference to what Pierre Lapin, the elder, once replied to the question:
Is Nothing SACRED? "I don't know...I never FOUND any of
it!" 2. In reference to what Jesse Slokum, an obscure street singer, once said: "Nothing knows itself better than anything else!" 3. Even Nothing takes TIME, to talk about...Then, again, time ain't nothing but EMIT...spelled backwards :o) :o) :o) and a village without a BARD is indeed DRAB!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! |
HOMELESSNESS!
Song Lyrics? There's an alphabetized index.
