As the elder statesman looks back on his life,
He smiles and decides that what he did was right.
Even though he knew it was all a disguise
He wasn’t just playing tricks, they were necessary lies.
Watch as they follow him one by one.
Each an individual in their own ear drums
They listen to the beat that they hope is right
Wishing to be seen but staying out of sight.
This group can function as an on-going whole.
but every individual’s still searching for their soul.
They only search as far as their limits let them go.
After that it’s up to him, he tells them what they want to know.
He hides, ducks and slides all distractions
Fighting when he needs too for group satisfaction
Independent and solace is how this man appears
but internally in chaos confronting every bodies fears
It’s this simple fact, that the people they flock,
Willing to see death, but not deal with the shock
Behind a curtain of love they steadily walk
Able to judge, but not deal with the result
Shed the artificial cover of symbolic protection
Lace up your hiking boots and pick a direction
Sink or swim? The only difference is the outcome
Death isn’t worth waiting for, getting there is half the fun
This doesn’t mean discount everything that you’ve learned
It only means question it, don’t just concur.
You’ll never-ever be right, and that is the secret,
Always live with passion, never doubt and regret.
Lessons once taught to my grateful kin,
How I love them from end to begin,
But the “cover-up” is over and I need to repent
Sincerely yours, the elder statesman.
