Now, you could be the leaf in the breeze
Or a dust mote
Or the blood on the blade of a cutthroat
Or the lamb
Or a man, stranded in the tide until he drifts into the sand
You could play the victim
You could be the scammed
You could be the conquered people of the land
You can be deceived
You can be the reed
You could be the clear cut wood or the seeds
Grow roots, stretch out, expand
Mimic an old man's lines on his hands
The rich man's time slips by like a serpent
Because it can't be bought from a merchant
Stains won't come out with detergent
Out, damn spot, out!
But it's permanent
So we're burnin' it
Pain, we're earnin' it
Ask why I gaze up to the firmament
So make haste, and stand still, stuck in place
Stardust, we're all just stuff in space
It's tough to grasp, but we must embrace
And some will come to wonder what the fuck is faith
It is or it isn't, it wasn't or it was
We're dying to rig the system with a switch or a plug
We tinker and we nudge
It's addiction and buzz
To put our hands on it
And snap a stick in the mud
But time is infinite
And clock's an instrument
For you to watch it all tick past in increments
But if there was a dream, then we're all convinced in it
All kinds of brilliant minds and simpletons
I've heard it said that the eyes are the windows in
The shining dancing bonfires in the winter
There's a light within
And if you find you begin to smell smoke
It's 'cause I use the rhymes as kindlin'