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Rationality Killed Common Sense
Walking through an empty street,
Onto an unpaved lot.
Slip into a midnight cloak
And take off at a trot.
Slink amongst the fallen leaves
Move about the trees,
To the land where crickets play
Hate is a disease.
Nothing bad,
But not all good
Kisses flower the land.
Hugs grow from every branch
And love sprouts out from every tree.
Flowers populate the skies
Sunset, sunrise, all day long.
Land as beautiful as your eyes,
Sweet voice calls out like a song.
All behind a dark white door,
Within a bright black box.
Grey rocks soar,
Small birds roll,
And fences are kept in closets with locks.
Nothing held back
All at the tips of your finger.
A land in an eye,
A laugh in a glass,
Simplicity and truth
Can all lives have
In the land of lullaby.
Out from this place,
We all pull ourselves,
And roll on back
To our corporate hells.
Sitting at desks,
Playing with pens,
Wanting to find that street again.
Darn on our cloaks,
Slip into the night,
And find that land
Of candy corn boats.
Cotton candy trees,
Malted milk beetles,
And musical bees.
I don’t want to grow up,
Leave all this behind
Fly into life,
Soon to be unkind.
Lectures on hate,
Sermons on lust,
Watch time fly like wind,
Watch life turn into dust.
Dust in the wind,
Is weightless and free,
Guided with no direction
From you nor from me.
It flows on the air,
Through the peppermint groves,
Licorice bushes,
And kettle corn stoves.
Live life as it is,
Rush not into “then”,
For all we surrender
We’ll not get back again.
As we all live,
Behind a white picket fence,
We are all soon to learn that
Rationality killed common sense.
