Out on a dead limb far

Out on a dead limb far

Too far to support weight

Just like a frozen pond 

With ice too thin to skate

Better safe than sorry

And cling to Life and shore

Pay heed to warning creaks

And cracks which underscore

Thoughts without a caboose

Thoughts without a caboose

No place to find shelter

Or self-inspection for

A shifting load welter 

And thoughts not finding a

Railroad station platform

The engine chugging on

In a reckless brainstorm

Still pulling the first threads

Still pulling the first threads

Love begins, never ends

Super Bird, Stevie Smith

Will always be my friends

Melody forever

Notes writing the next notes

No chorus or refrain

Just wind to our sailboats

Big thoughts in a small Life

Big thoughts in a small Life

Time reduced to a watch

Interactions, our souls

Woven patchwork now swatch

Enthusiastic youth

With eyes set wide apart

Losing fascination

With focus on their part

Losing intimacy

Losing intimacy

Harder to open up

Reduced to short stories

Like oceans in a cup

Losing infinity

All of us together

This generation next

When, not if, not whether

Overcome and again

Overcome and again

Can social wars be won

Each advancement is met

With pushack to square one

The Arts and Sciences

Seem to break barriers

Social equality

Has disease carriers

No longer we gather

No longer we gather

Like afternoons ago

Now thoughts photo flashing

Stark as the sun on snow

Passing, the gentle one

And the one with that smile

The day, month and year bleached

Out on this ancient mile