We live in that most tiny of times
We've chosen to label "The Present."
Refusing to heed caution's loud chimes,
We're late for life's class, and we're content
To miss Today in our rush to climb
Past Future mountains, pitch our paper tents.
Charge ahead
Or retreat.
Take a stand;
Keep your seat.
Call time out,
Call time in;
It's a game
You can't win.
The future flashes right before us,
A gold carrot on a cosmic stick.
We sing the "Hallelujah Chorus,"
And we all try not to miss a trick.
Chanting "Oh, come let us adore US;"
Building up our egos, brick by brick.
Charge ahead
Or retreat.
Take a stand;
Keep your seat.
Call time out,
Call time in;
It's a game
You can't win.
The past calls out in distant echoes,
Sounding better with each passing day.
One door opens and one door closes,
And we can't turn and walk either way.
In bed with some jolly good fellows
Molding crude memories out of clay.
Charge ahead
Or retreat.
Take a stand;
Keep your seat.
Call time out,
Call time in;
It's a game
You can't win.
Time passes,
And we fail
To see that
It can't take
Us with it.
Either way,
It's today
Ev'ry day.
Every day
Is today.
Either way,
Today is
Where we'll stay.
Either way,
It's today
Ev'ry day.
Every day
Is today.
Earth, we are watching you!
We see everything that you do!
For every imagined evil in the world,
There are ten times as many real.
Earth, we are watching you!
We see everything that you do!
Artist: Luscious Jackson
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