Roses

This an excerpt from You Have to Figure for Shadows 



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The Roses

See them dance, see them cry
See that glimmer in their eye
Hear the stories that they tell
Hear them sing of fond farewells
As they prance across the ages
In a trance the blind man gazes
At the pictures in his mind

On the wall a broken mirror
Did you see the latest thriller
Did you stop and smell the roses on the way
Does the tv in your bedroom
Give you nightmares in the morning
Are you outraged as you watch the evening news

Energy is moving all around you
Things are grooving
Even birds up in the air
Hear the whistles at the fair
But you idly sit there in your easy chair
And why don’t you care

There is rudeness in the world
Yet there’s kindness all around
You get out what you put in
And the wheels are still in spin
And the things that we neglect
By the people we elect
Are the things that we deplore
Yet we’ll take a little more
They lead us to the fall
Put us up against the wall
Still we stand there just the same
They don’t even need a chain

They practice passive slavery
By removing those with bravery
And they make us think that they are justified
But I think that someone lied

Now it’s time to change the channel
For a glimpse of passing interest
And to see if there is still a brain wave there
A cloak and dagger on the late show
There’s a reason that they don’t know
And the roses that you passed up fade and die
Can’t you even cry

As you sit there in your chair
All there is is just a blind stare
Do you think that anybody even cares
As the roses outside fade
You are trying to evade
What is going to overtake you anyway
And it’s sad to read the story
When you die in all your glory
But the roses up above you now will thrive
Because they’re still alive