TS Today

Oh do I dare,

Disturb the universe?

Others have done so

When I have not

Others have wandered

Into what I’ve sought

But in today’s grimy days

Of polished floors and sleek steel

All glass walls and time to kill

We slowly kill us all

For that yellow fog that once crept upon the wall

And licked the chimneys,

Prowled the streets

Is now a new type of smoke; desperate but clean

And when you lay there on my bed

And ask me what it is I’ve said

All I may respond is this;

That is not it at all, that is not what I meant, at all

While history creeps and subtly glides into today,

We forget and live in our own day and age

History is dead unless we lived within it

And thus we tap out a hollow sentence

For those after us to read our transcript

Today, today

You are either with the system, or against it

But that is not it at all, that is not what I mean, at all

Those who attempt to live outside the system are crushed

Either by the system, or themselves

In trying to escape this ‘system’ we ponder,

We end up escaping this life we wander

And do nothing of what we set out to

A great revolution could be time for change

But small happenings make the difference

And when that whore upon my bed,

Speaking of history long since dead

May ask, do I dare disturb the universe?

My only response is that I do so dare

To disturb my own

I think not of systems, or where I fit

Of the cold, gliding suffocation of this ages bit

But of my own life, and what I wish,

Of love and death and the sorrows of it

And I dare oh I dare!

To disturb the universe