Pumping the accelerator on a bumpy old truck
Brother said stop at 90, I figure I want to try my luck
Just then the bridge gives, and though my first lesson was
last night
I spin around in one-eighty, also grab a kitty frozen in
fright.
Changed scene. Dressed up in linen tights and a velvet suit
Ride Marengo all the way to the Alps, make quite a loot.
Get not fooled by pride nor greed. Nor the love of a
princess -
Empires like these were built by lions - attack and return
to their dens.
Blink. Become death – destroyer of the worlds. Or not,
Find ways to better use my mind. Not play fiddle to the war-mongering lot
In the face of famine, I create a drug, as Buddha and
Einstein
And Schrodinger and Borluag and Vinci and every mind divine.
I am a maverick, a warrior, a scientist mastermind
Every time I close my eyes and take a walk inside my mind.
Lazy afternoons make for daydreams; I rise but my enthusiasm
is hung
I know and I can’t help. Youth is wasted on the
young.
