This day will see no placards given
This day will see no dismembered limbs
Yet there buzzes about a distant chainsaw
Whose sound comes in and out on the timid wind
This day is a slow gesture
This day is just clearly not ready
It hopes for a year of vibrant clarity
But waits for the cues from the coming weeks
And fumbles and stares blankly
It's not clear how this day will end
But I have put my money down
On having a clear view from this house to the heavens and back again
It's not clear how this day will end
This day heaves like a cold engine
With a tank of old gasoline
Live your mornings on ether
And tremble with anticipation as the sun goes down
This day is no special day This day will see no placards given This day will see no dismembered limbs Yet there buzzes about a distant chainsaw Whose sound comes in and out on the timid wind This day is a slow gesture This day is just clearly not ready It hopes for a year of vibrant clarity But waits for the cues from the coming weeks And fumbles and stares blankly It's not clear how this day will end But I have put my money down On having a clear view from this house to the heavens and back again It's not clear how this day will end This day heaves like a cold engine With a tank of old gasoline Live your mornings on ether And tremble with anticipation as the sun goes down Explain Request ×
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