father hear my pleas, don’t make me scrape my knees
even diogenes, he agrees with me
a syndrome of self neglect is the sin of intellect
holding lanterns to the light is no necessity
what good is a god with the head of a falcon
that lives on the body of man?
what sense is the strength of a thoroughbred stallion
running like a scared mare every chance that it can?
what comfort lies in millions of lives
if they’re over before they began?
sometimes it shapes me, sometimes it escapes me
the good of a god in the body of man
father hear my cries, i’m not buying alibis
your books so wise disguise the valleys for the peaks
if all your world’s a page you’ll never take the stage
baby steps assuage the magnitude of quantum leaps
heaven knows i’m also froze and apples don’t fall far
trust me, any day’s a good day in the shade of where you are
but i’m a prudent teacher’s student and I'm just trying to understand
heads and birds, actions and words
and the good of a god in the body of man