s cop ay, just like Dory prnounces it

[artolmaeus]

if I could fly, where would I go

that I have yet to be

is there a place, so different

that to be there is without comparison

or with someone who has no peer

yet the cleaning lady who speaks no english

smiles, today we all have phones

no language is a barrier

the chatter in the hallway rings in the ears

of course, you have never been where you are

did you say been there done that

seems a bit dismissive, what then is the missive

the solution to most everything is a formula

I assure you it is very complex, it is difficult

so easy to say, words, words and more words

the news people on televison have them

the politicians have them

some take off and run what they well damned please

some defend, some bitch

but it is all so simple and yet impossible

like forgiveness, got to be a quid pro quo

got to feel some sort of release when it gets done

got to get "mine" and you own nothing

but it is a whole lot of nothing

the morning sun in her face, really shows her age

and that is just how the song goes,

but no one hearing it held her or was held by her

just words to convey something you cannot feel

if in your eyes something is everything

what is that everything worth,

that you might try,

love is not magic, love is not really much at all

it is just a word, but the work

alas, the work is what is divine, for it bears fruit

silly rabbit and all those goddamned trix, eh

what will you learn if you go to school, that you need to be taught

really, if the law is the law, it is only best when broken

so are we, nothing shines in safety,

gets all the sarcopenia, maybe you identify with the fight

maybe you deny the facts, you avoid the miracle

yes, there are miracles,

if only you believe in miracles baby, I don't know

that song is more about eating pussy and coming

but, that is the subtly worded stuff outside the chorus

what is the loudest is all you hear, and sometimes, it just ain't the same song

maybe what is important if you miss kissing is to be a little more shameless

and just admit what you want, or what you hope to steal

either way you have it, no police will visit

then, that telephone, has a free translator, try to say something to the cleaning lady

maybe like, thank you for keeping my shit from me so I forget, we are all cattle

that problem solver, well, three words or two depending on whether a mere vowel is a word

give a fuck

oh, yeah, all that and arguement, lament, righteousness and such

ego is the enemy, or it makes us all each other's enemies, because it must be right

but things are no better on the left, though they may differ

or the center, or any place that you feel is fit to be

if you could fly, what will you escape from

maybe that is why we don't have wings

the best places is where we are, facing what we usually avoid,

es locay es mihos and mihas, mithra and mithros

don't be milquetoast, don't be anything with a label

maybe not even yourself, it is something you know nothing about

but that is a hard sell, nothing is what it is supposed to be

like love, it is the work that makes the difference

just give a fuck, do something, anything

we can all repine and recline, and become some reduced hyperbole

in some platitudinous bubble

in some auspicious snowglobe flittering fast

with a soundtrack

if I could fly, where exactly would I go