If, with one word, I catch your eye, tug on your ear,
for in that split second, I succeed in my art,
with one phrase, I pull you down as the train passes,
in that instant, I find my audience listen
to a high-pitched whistle, high above her head, blow
hot air to warn the two of us trapped underneath
of the danger coming, face down in the gravel
nothing more important than to keep your head down
especially, if you are just about to sneeze
wait, until the danger passes, for this is life,
on the one hand, we live, on the other, we die,
really it's that simple, keep your head down to live,
down on the railroad tracks, everything is simple
I think you know, I say what I mean and no more
continue to listen, if it be worth your while
as your time and money take up most of your mind,
to focus on stories that really go nowhere
created without plot or narrative timeline
how do you expect me to throw you from a plane
you may or may not have a parachute that works
only you know if you know how to pull the cord
until then we tumble at a terrible speed
really, both times, I try to save your life from death
even if I succeed, this is only fiction,
you wait for my signal to pull the release cord
even if we survive, you may still shit your pants
try to remember life flashing before your eyes
until you face your death, you may not remember
give yourself a moment to look back on your life
otherwise, we jump off a burning ship at sea
no one else anywhere nearby to help us out
you have to face the facts, someone will live longer
on the surface of earth than you, who you may see
understands so little to be in constant need
reason stands as witness to fools who think of bliss
entering the world blind, knowing their ignorance
and no more of wisdom, like a safety jacket
ready to stay afloat, until they rescue us
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