Wise Guy
Put out that burning, kill that fire,
quit that senseless searching;
it’s an endless quagmire, only tiring,
and stop that hopeless yearning.
You don’t know desire, you only guess
you’ll be happy being something else;
too late to change, more or less,
you got no time to be yourself.
Dream on, schemer, don that skin,
cook up Utopia out of your mind;
feather the glass-house you live in
within the blindness of your kind.
Think up ways and twist the truth
or thrash it out to turn about;
you can’t regain the heart of youth
till you stop your world and step out.
Take heart in the weight of numbers,
that’s the only thing you can do;
grab those greenbacks, kiss their asses,
that’s about all left for you.
You’re getting used to all those falls,
you’re hooked to greeting blank walls;
you won’t be happy with silver balls,
there’s more to life, that’s not all.
Put off that date, push back fate,
stay wise, wise guy, shut your eyes;
blink back the path to life’s gate,
forget you’ll ever die, think you’re the sunrise.
