The Best of Life

He had the best of life
Threw it all away
He had the best of life
Snatched from his grasp

We presumed tomorrow
Because we had today
Expected life to go on
Because it did before

Then one day it was gone
Time slipped through our hands
One treasure rusted and burnt
Give account of your things

Wanted another chance at life
Where it'd be different
But you only get one chance
And you settled for less

© 2005. Dave Bish.

Elephants

Three blind men walked round an elephant
But my eyes were not shut
They didn't know what was in front of them
But I've seen the promised land
They speculated and agreed to disagree
But no one knew the truth
They used fancy words and clever plans
But remained as ignorant

Until one day that elephant
Did soak them to the skin
Washing the dirt from their eyes
They found what I had seen

Four men walked round an elephant
We all at last could see
But still they fought and complained
Like children in the mud
For many days they examined the view
Bickering as they went
Though they saw everything there was to see
They prefered to be wrong

© 2005. Dave Bish

Searchlight

Some run from here to there
And there to here again
Some run to hear from him
While others run from him

Searching in the darkness
When the lights already on
Keeping asking questions
When you've answers to give

What to do with what done
No need for anything more
He will come and all will see
What will he find in you

© 2005, Dave Bish

Refracted Light

What looks impossible from here is easy for you
And life looks forever but one day it must end
Summer down under while we're really cold
And I see the sunrise while you see it set

We're both a day older but neither might be wiser
Looking for direction waiting for what we already know
The world looks different depending where you are
But somethings never change they stay the same

© 2005, Dave Bish

Four Seasons Today

Could be the middle of summer
the skies are so clear
Could be the middle of autumn
the leaves fall like rain
Could be the middle of winter
my breath turns to ice
Could be the middle of spring
if new life starts today

© 2005, Dave Bish