pause

we run along like wildebeest

pounding hard on earth

dreaming of maximum, racing for least

never knowing our worth.

ram cobain

undefeated

the body cries, please let me rest

the will cries, I tried my best

the soul cries, woe I’m weak

the blood cries, stop the leak
the sinew cries, I'm all pain
the mind cries, this is insane

the breath cries, hark I’m gone

yet something smiles, bring it on.

ram cobain

arjuna

he stares at this war, not his own

as blood sings forth even from stone

and sees that while it’s not of his choosing

in this fight, the winners are losing

ram cobain

to a 3-year-old

the father asks his son to wait

and not rush to grow up soon

for childhood is a clock so great

it halts the withering of the moon

ram cobain

bruised not beaten

yes, violence hurts; that much is true

it turns a crowd into a few

yes, the law sings differently in different hands

(but this also you must understand)

that true, your sticks can break my bones

turn my fiery slogans into groans

but see here also, the opposite

see what they do to my spirit.

ram cobain

unsung

beneath the shiny smile and out of sight
inside us all rages a private fight

a lonely long war that we must battle

through demons that dance and preen and prattle

through hope that sweetly soars only to fall

like a baby’s soft fist hitting a wall

through every day that seems like a farce

with laugh lines drawn tight to disguise scars

remember then; the game face is a warrior’s mask

that holds a raging rapid in an iron flask

for courage is just pursed lips singing a song

and fear becomes bravery by playing along

so while the world sees only what you show

here’s to the hero within that nobody knows.

ram cobain