(was
she was told when she was young that pain would lead to pleasure?
did she understand it when they said?
that a man must break his back to earn
his day of leisure
will she still believe it when he’s
dead? – the beatles)
have
you ever seen the ocean sing on sunday in september
or
danced with orchids in the spring until you can’t remember
we
make a goal and worry so
seeking
diamonds, pressing coal
we
say diamonds are worth the sweat
complaining
daily as we fret
the
moment’s gone but we press on
sacrificing,
being strong
but
even if the goal’s achieved
we
set another, roll up sleeves
and
preach a perfect paradise
accomplish
sweat and sacrifice
the
moments pass until at last
the
moments have their final gasp
and
in a eulogy it’s sung
how
you were always tightly strung
my
moments are not sacrificed
i’ve
said it once i’ll say it twice
i
make the moment matter most
to
its presence i play host
to
make the task that i am asked
a
costume ball without a mask
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