Stephen Stills Move Around
What do we do Given life We move around Solitude Reach for light Rich... Or slight... We move around We move around One searches For the sake of searching Clearly then Stunbling... Falling... Lurching... We move... We move around A supurb point of reference detected becomes absured with a moments reflection leaves one a simple thought not sagging with the excess weight of excess baggage and we move around We move around One thinks then ...Jinks ...Then stands at a brink Finds a key... And stinking of revelation ...drinking in exaltation We move... We move...around No need To prove No one around No one ...but You to stand your ...ground We move around Don't you know its all right... ...To be wrong thus you grow be amused and be strong The acceptance of error with grace Is to refuse to be vain and so afraid of losing face This fear drives one further into what one thinks To be a race of life...or death Or simply take another breath Of nature's...air now... Which is fair now... Which is to be alive To move We move around
