RIGHT BY SIGHT by Tom Jensen
I’m a yellow mellow fellow (Hello!)
Oh, you’re right by sight I’m white (aight!)
That’s no guide if it hides that inside I’m
A flesh and blood creature with a sell-by date
Trapped in something that I don’t know what it is
So I don’t know how to escape
Perhaps it’s too late
Gotta trace fate
Without the playa hate
Still, hating the game is the same as before
If the rich despise the rich then how do you think they feel about poor?
“We abhor the deplorable!”
It’s a statement that’s categorical
And undeniable but we know that there’s not much that isn’t pliable,
Moveable and moldable and even bendable, breakable and also uncontrollable
Which one am I and what is this?
To be tamed with a brain, a heart or a fist?
It’s said circumstances don’t make the man they reveal him
But I’m down on this floor staring up at the ceiling
Getting the shakes from these thoughts that I’m feeling
Am I praying to something or praying to nothing when asking for healing?