| "What We Are Not" | |
| All along the white walls With their pseudo-plastic eyes The city's ornaments greet you As they stand against the skies If all this is a fair rep Of what we linger to achieve We stand down the Spirit's wings And make a god of what we perceive What you are, what you are not... All this time we've been waiting For any sign of the new The fresh and vibrant existence The simultaneous I and you If all this is a fair rep Of you and I and the universe We've missed the central issue And turned the blessing into a curse What you are, what you are not... The time has come for you The time has come for me Whatever else we do Let's try our best to see What we are and what we are not... | |