Helter skelter
seeking shelter
from storms ahead
are we all dead
from what we’ve fed
storms are brewing
life’s renewing
what’s blown away
at end of day
is just the past
nothing can last
when idols grow
we never know
what they will be
but truth is free
it’s time to fear
what’s coming near
and stand up fast
the dye is cast
but we can move
the final groove
and change the song
we’ve sung so long

About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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