warning bells! oh, warning bells! how they ring! how they fade! all these years warning bells warning bells warning warning

oh! the holy rollers on lakeshore path clap my hands! and the water rising up clap my hands! and the breaking of ice

ravens and gulls mockingbirds and doves the thrushes and the willows play oh! you cannot say my name you cannot say my name my love my love

not for moving too fast china walls

warning bells! warning bells! all through these years let them ring! let them fade! all through these years warning bells warning bells

logic is predicated on possibility freedom leads to awareness and awareness is that possibility equity is the balancing of freedoms freedom leads to awareness and awareness is balance jurisprudence is the art of deciding how to balance freedoms (i.e., make decisions or, perhaps, the art of equity?) equity is the balancing of freedom freedom is awareness logic is predicated on possibility

everywhere i go i see the sun rise and everywhere i go i watch the plants grow and everywhere i see the cycles of nature within the people that i know i want to learn and drink and breathe their beautiful inconsistencies and everywhere i go i am changing in some way from some months to rise and some to ebb away some months to learn from doom and gloom and hurt as much as i can learn from love that is: that love of looking at pine cones and the love walking fast over sweet strong Earth and the love to know in communication with a person i have long-known but shirked ◘ now i suspect there is a real uprising of people who know no guilt in feeling pain and i suspect this freedom grants us the freest language of this age but i suspect in the pursuit of these turbulent waves waves i suspect waves that in our thrill waves with the search waves for the woe that racks waves our brains waves we sometimes belittle the waves we sometimes lose sight of the roots of such pain ◘ so everywhere i go i witness hunger but the flame of passion dying out and every breath we take we care for our chemical addictions through our bodies may be wearing down and every step we take we shame our own organs careless to how they turn and every dream of a kinder love we sacrifice to the altar of the supposedly cruel world and we move ourselves to a metronomic beat of City Life and hold such civic music dear yet in the lowing hush of the broadest night we surely know we cradle only fear ◘ and so, everywhere i go i hope to buttress courage and offer honesty a conduit in which to flow and despite my fear i try to take some risks especially when they help my dreams to grow i tie wings to my boots as from town to town i fly the months are going to melt away the years erode and someday i am going to die so i'm rehearsing stories for my grandchildren and growing visions NOW so that when this present Earth has faded into photographs i can tell them how i lived as a young person in a world so full of change and with hope that in my words they'll find one glimmer of truth upon that page ◘ i'll tell them i wanted to grow up to see a world where children know the kind of trees on their own street and i wanted to grow up to see a world where children know the sources of the food that they eat i wanted to live in a world where the government extends to us their trust and to live in a world where people earn the money that they must to survive frugally and that i wasn't looking to bathe in any sea of roses nor eliminate dissatisfaction nor disease nor was i banking on any four-leaved clover to grant us the force of change we needed and then i'll keep on travelling long after this ocean of breath has swallowed mine long, long after the chimes of my voice are dampened and nobody remembers the sound of my short name i'll be one humble Atom spinning