October 8th, 1997
Dark clouds, gray skies, trouble’s brewing up a storm
Just a feeling, a foreboding, a sense of danger,sense of harm
Can’t escape it,just can’t shake it, something’s coming
‘Round the bend, know it’s coming, can’t seem to stop it
Know it’s ‘bout to bring an end...
To all that’s happening, all that’s growing, all that’s flowing
Down the stream...all that’s good and fair and fine....
All that’s made up of my team
Of my senses, my defenses, my estrangements from myself
Finally listening, finally learning, finally benefitting from the wealth...
Of years of trying, living, dying...knowing life is fleeting past
Wondering, worrying, fighting, scurrying
Climbing, scraping down the path
Called success, claim to fame, destiny’s plan all laid out
Never gaining, never attaining...
never understanding just what it’s all about
Climb that ladder, getting madder, the carrot’s always one foot away
Take control now, stop the rat race....not gonna do it again today.
Finally hoping, finally dreaming, finally steering my own boat
Shed the old man, shed the old suit...putting on a brand new coat...
Of my choosing, my bemusing...my understanding of who I am...
Don’t know where it’s leading...my heart’s still pleading....