I somehow wrote a poem. No idea why. So I read that. Then a tame version of Old Jeff comes out and I go-auf about our current state of affairs.
If Only
All around the coarse world envelopes,
Seemingly caught in dead-ends
Tossing, evading,
Chopping through authority stricken brush,
If only the clearing was near
If only there was a seer
Foreshadow or flashback
More opaque with every move,
Left or right, up or down
Cannot find the true groove,
If only it had been broached
If only more reproached
Scouring for clues
Rummaging for maps,
Left to chomp at the bits of scraps,
If only the hunt was over
If only we found our clover
Today is already yesterday and
The Trust has moved on still,
Leaving life abaft
To drag and shrill
If only for a mitt to catch
If only for a hand to hurl it back
Restricting this, preventing that
We need a way, we need it stat
Starting out, standing up
We’ve had enough
Lies, deceit
Time to move your feet
If only we had more
If only there was a core
No one is coming
Now, we start drumming
Although silent, there will be fight
Through nature and life, we uphold our rights
If only we can hold on
If only we can push through to the dawn
The sticks lay bare
To build a world that’s fair
Where you do you as I do I
For it is not far but nigh
If only that world could be
If only it were up to me
