The Sense

<br>This is not a model<br>fit for any mold.<br>The twisted old and bitter tongues <br>are reckless just as they are cold.<br>Dwelling on the dying<br>is wet fingers to the flame.<br>And I cannot say that I believe<br>in everything that you propose to me.<br><br>I`d rather learn from children.<br>I`d rather see their world.<br>In all it`s natural splendor,<br>and all it`s harsh distress unknown.<br>Not what`s old and jaded,<br>forgotten or ignored.<br>Or in the way of anything,<br>there to keep the flame from burning.<br><br>I read the writing on the wall, and all<br>I see is &quot;Who has lost the sense?&quot;<br>I read the writing on the wall, and all <br>I see is &quot;Got to get it, to give.&quot;<br><br>All that I care to know is what you`re wondering.<br>All that I care to see is what you`re seeing.<br>I want to know what you know,<br>not the little things you`ll learn to gaurd you<br>(All the little things we`ll teach you).<br><br>I read the writing on the wall, and all<br>I see is, &quot;Who has lost the sense?&quot;<br>I read the writing on the wall, and all<br>I see is, &quot;Got to get it, to give.&quot;