John T. Wurzer - Too Much Ice

There's too much ice in this world of ours
The passion freezes
The storms dissolve into snow flurries
Even the Christmas bride is fading into the cold barriers of time
Not enough nights spent by the fire with dancing natives warming the hearts of men and Women dressed out of character
Not enough places to escape to in the resorts of butane lighters and eyewear Accessories
Not enough people playing golf for the right reasons

Branding myself as an infant, I found many reasons to be false
Many truths to be stagnant coping mechanisms that stifle the power of the unknown
Whoever thought I'd be shaving in a room sporting clock radio telephones

And so it comes down to this
If you want to live in a spiritual world
You have to make a living in the spiritual world
If you participate in the profitable spiritual world you're a hypocrite anyhow
And therefore not entitled to the benefits bestowed upon spiritual people
I suppose that spiritualism is probably bullshit anyway

The key is to get so involved in what you're doing that you end up making a living Accidentally
You then say, I chose to do this. How was I to know that it was going to make me rich
People will then respect you, and your name will come up at church picnics, office Parties, AA meetings, supermarket express lane lines and funerals
Alas, you will become so popular that you will forget what it was that you were trying to Do in the first place
You'll start to associate yourself with your name
Soon your name will become something that you are trying to be
You'll become very introspective about these types of things and write in generalizations That perplex the sober mind
Children will walk up to you on the street and ask you why it is that mommy and daddy Are so confused
Before long you'll come to realize that people are taking you seriously
You'll think to yourself, Christ! We can't have that! They don't even realize that I don't Know what I'm talking about
You'll then decide that in order to liberate yourself from your adoring public, you'll have To shock, dismay, and mostly scare the living idea out of their tiny little heads
This never works

It's impossible to be a great man
There are opposing sides in any situation
A great man can solve these, but does not decide
A great man is a part of all of everyone
And if everyone decided simultaneously that they'd rather starve to death than chase False goals false morals, and false esteem, then harmony of a different kind might be Achieved

A strange wall is erected, and a diamond glows from the center of time to achieve Influence among the strangers in the cave
We arrive with the rain. We leave with the drought
We are water, but now we are frozen. Locked on a course that leads to nothing
The central point is tucked away in the tropics where there are no burgers
But here in this restaurant...There's too much ice

Written by:
John Wurzer

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