Friday, February 10, 2017

tomorrow is a maze of blinded spots


Tomorrow we will never know
We may try to see through in our minds
We wish we know what will arise
So we can prepare before it is too late

Today we can sing and enjoy
Painting our lives red on the street
Shouting ourselves singing OK
But tomorrow we have a worrying face

The masks we put on
We pretend everything is ok
The little napoleons singing religious values
They think they are the only ones living here

Tomorrow we wish we can see
A good leader comes to make it true
Let the values of sharing and compassion run
Into the minds of the colourful people

But tomorrow is so hard to say
We strum the chords singing out loud
We pray hard to get the change
Before we forget to make it come true

Tomorrow we will never know
We may try to see through in our minds
Tomorrow is a maze of blinded spots
We hope to unmask it when the day knocks

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