i am not really going to write you a story
actually i am posting a poem from a singer
it's not my favorite, but it says a lot about
time and the times to come.
are we really entering the end of the world?
well i don't believe that y2k is the end
what i think it's the end of the world because
we are all loosing ideology
yes it's the end because the world it's becoming
a place of self-centered egotistical people
all young people just look at their belly
and all the problems surround their bellies
what a lack of vision....
but i am not writing to complain
i am writing beacuse i am feeling
i am feeling the loss of ideology
the loss of compassion
the loss of humanity
thus before i start my stories i leave you with this
"these are the days of teh open hand
they will not be the last
look around now
these are the days of teh beggars and the choosers
this is theyear of teh hungry man
whose place is in teh past
hand in hand with ignorance
and legitimate excuses
teh rich declare themselves poor
and most of us are not sure
if we have too much
but we'll take our chances
because God's stopped keeping score
I guess somewhere along the way
he must have let us all out to play
turned his back and all God's children
crept out teh back door
and it's hard to love, there's so much to hate
hanging on to hope
when there is no hope to speak of
and wounded skies above sayit's much too late
well maybe we should all be praying for time
these are teh days of teh empty hand
oh hold on to what you can
and charity is a a coat you wear twice a year
this is the year of teh guilty man
your television makes a stand
and you find what was over there is over here
so you scream from behind teh door
say "what's mine is mine and not yours"
I may have too much but i 'll take my chances
because God's stopped keeping score
and you cling to teh things they sold you
did you cover your eyes when they told you
that he can't come back
because he has no children to come back for
it's hard to love there's so much to hate
hanging on to hope when there is no hope to speak of
and wounded skies above say it's much too late
so maybe we should all be praying for time"
digest if you want ingest, if you wish
and maybe we shoudl all be praying for time