Bless the Lion
By Rio Child
You go out into the streetand the windows are all shutyou don't realize your feetare more seasoned than your soul.And the passersby they say'oh what a beautiful day'but in whispers they believein the kingdom of asphalt.Though your ascent might be steepyour accent gives you awaywe're all splitting at the seamsin this beautiful parade.And who would have ever thoughtour travails had just begun,when being sentenced to succeedwe turned our dreams into stones.***And our progress is relentlesssycamore tree is breathlessthe lions are all restless:roaring forth through the mazesmaking full empty spacesto the lions go the senseless.***You climb up the withered treeto get a view from aboveit seems the lions might succumbto the onslaught of fire ants.But the shock - it's not your ownpapers say we've been deceivedto the tune of all that's grayand reflected through the glass.So you go into the street something nibbles at your earthen the clouds begin to driftever closer to today.You know less you ever knewand the day has just begunit's high time you gave it upf**k yourself and join the song.***And our progress is relentlessthe lions are all restlesssycamore tree is breathless:rising up from the blazesstanding up to the facessend the lion to the senseless.This poem/song is partly inspired by Sept. 11, but also it's half autobiography. if you like it, please read my 'gospel acc. to the Thai', if you DONT like it, maybe you might like my 'gospel acc. to the Thai' better, so why not read that?? Written September 15th, 2001 © on Sep 14 2001 07:18 PM PST 0 • 10
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"You go out into the streetand the windows are all shutyou don't realize your feetare more seasoned than your soul.And the passersby they say'oh what a beautiful day'but in whispers they believein the kingdom of asphalt.Though your ascent might be steepyour accent gives you awaywe're all splitting at the seamsin this beautiful parade.And who would have ever thoughtour travails had just begun,when being sentenced to succeedwe turned our dreams into stones.***And our progress is relentlesssycamore tree is breathlessthe lions are all restless:roaring forth through the mazesmaking full empty spacesto the lions go the senseless.***You climb up the withered treeto get a view from aboveit seems the lions might succumbto the onslaught of fire ants.But the shock - it's not your ownpapers say we've been deceivedto the tune of all that's grayand reflected through the glass.So you go into the street something nibbles at your earthen the clouds begin to driftever closer to today.You know less you ever knewand the day has just begunit's high time you gave it upf**k yourself and join the song.***And our progress is relentlessthe lions are all restlesssycamore tree is breathless:rising up from the blazesstanding up to the facessend the lion to the senseless.This poem/song is partly inspired by Sept. 11, but also it's half autobiography. if you like it, please read my 'gospel acc. to the Thai', if you DONT like it, maybe you might like my 'gospel acc. to the Thai' better, so why not read that??..."