In the words of John and Paul
And all of those
Who chose not to hear
In the sense of lost control
As we presuppose
There is indeed a life of fear
If the day should fill your soul
Set fair to fully oppose
That which could easy disappear
There, with troops and wherewithal
An idyll to compose
To see the sea, so far, so clear
Yet doubt you might, and doubt is all
In the ability to foreclose
On all that’s wrong, and all that’s nowhere near
