All's The Same: A Song for Today

Sit at the table to dine, Gandalf the goose beside,

stare at the plate of stroganoff.

Kill the geese, save the chicken or kiss them both,

doesn’t matter, cos all’s equal though.

So, they dance to war, playing metalhead songs,

drop little bombs for the little ones.

Then go back home, collect the pay cheque,

buy plastic buddhas for their sons.

Rent a blue movie, and a bottle of whiskey,

and go back and lay on the couch.

Half-way through the first scene, the bottle is empty,

file a complaint it didn’t get you off.

It’s the start of the year, you find a grey hair.

So, you go through your phone book.

See which loves to slay, ones to chase away,

and which ones to keep on a hook.

Run to beautiful places, just a hill and a tree,

sing songs of solitude & loneliness.

Then hold hands of who’s beside you, and when you’re through

Promise self you never do it again.

Make a time-lapse video, cos real life’s too slow,

fall in love with moves of the clouds.

Miss the girl with no feet, who used to wait in your street,

Call her and ask her out.

So, we fill these empty hours, with whiskey sours,

black coffees and cigarettes.

Cough in our beds, and pray we’ll still be blessed,

by an idea whose time hasn’t come yet.

Put an application, for a job at the station,

But the queue in the sun is too long.

So, you slip next door, find a book store,

And with that, one more day is gone.

They start calling you a new name. Keep pretending to not care,

answer their high fives and jokes.

And they pretend that they know you, and love you and adore you

Doesn’t matter, cos all’s the same though.

I stand at the river, see my face in the mirror,

Not knowing which imperfections to iron…

& which ones to admire, so I start to perspire,

take a drink of myself, get baptised.