Oh, the green
The moment the green strikes you
You're unfortunate enough to
Find yourself in an immeasurable
Pit of everything that’s unattainable
And are reduced
To a drooling, sorry lustful mess seduced
By a glorious soiree of everything deduced
All the days you care enough to ask yourself what the difference really is.
And in those finer moments, The finer points of a finer peace arrive unexpectant; So many bridges to cross, Inundated with memories of loss so respected That it becomes reflected on to us, growing like moss Until we’re covered by all the shared inadequacy;
The ineffective moanings from a lost childhood door The unrepentant lessons learned about things Things best left to adults that internally sting In ways that we’ll never understand And can’t stand to demand an explanation for. Personal loss, Personal gain, Personal attachment to so much pain That it floods into and out of us like acid more and more.
"Deserve" is a tricky word; It implies That all the lows and highs All the truths and lies And subtle ties and alibis Are a math formula for what we’re due; But isn’t it true that we write the script? Aren’t we due what’s true to us? Isn’t it said that life and love can be new to us? And whoever said there can’t be two of us In the dust and fuss Of so many one-sided gestures and crust Built into what could be beautiful, true, and just? An understanding of what we must do In order to to find ourselves and just be "us" We all deserve what makes us complete, we just have to get on that bus.
We were always us, and always will be Whether tree or dust in our expansive sea Of love and trust Us is from what people flee as far as possible or bust. Never seeing the sea, never feeling the trust, Never coming back from "Me," never doing what we must To get off the boat and see; To be the sea we so mistrust in our misplaced lust to seed All the things we think are "just" Just for us to have, just for "Me" Just leave me alone to set me free
After all, haven’t we always been what we’re going to be? Isn’t it true that it’s preset from the start who is "me"? Who are we? Ultimately, we’re all just a pile of needs and wants perched so lonely on a cliff waiting for that someone else to be "Us"