Apocolypse Again
At times we find our lamps burned out before we face the day
As our rose-colored glasses turn to wearing shades of gray
The mourning news to confuse our views to choose dismay
Changing channels as our world turns heads spinning away
We see no way to change the way it is or way we think we feel
Hearts weighed down with pounds of sorrow beat for an ideal
Our souls burn for a spark of hope or peace of something Real
From the ashes emerge a kindled fire with flame of mass appeal
Search the ends of the earth
For the end of the world
But the present’s a gift
Should we seek Life today
For what is the worth
Of the dogma we hurled
If by paradigm-shift
We let love slip away?
In the end it will end
And no men know when
Though between now and then-
Apocalypse Again
As we allay our minds to sleep we fill the void with conspiracy
Senses purged we merge to urge all sing our dirge to history
On senseless wings our visions fly to feign foes’ fatal destiny
A mistake to place escape in place of our stake in eternity?
Wise guys enthrall with know-it-all, the wise guise turns to glower
Profits rise and Prophets fall with milk and honey turning sour
Roads to good intents recall the slippery slope of wanting power
To calculate the day and hour but not the cost to build the tower
Search the ends of the earth
For the end of the world
But the present’s a gift
Should we seek Life today
For what is the worth
Of the dogma we hurled
If by paradigm-shift
We let love slip away?
In the end it will end
And no men know when
Though between now and then-
Apocalypse Again
Day far or nigh let our lights shine on through the End of Time
Pray to raise the shades of gray that veil windows to the Sublime
New views infuse the hues, renews; to let the Good News chime
Channels changing world engaging hearts primed for the Climb
© 2004 J. “Y3K Ready” Marshall (Completed August 21, 2004 @ 7:00 AM)