White sails - Blair - 5/27/04

W/ so much to grow, you'd think by now we'd know,
which direction, the seed needs to go,
But we don't, just keep on sewing,
W/ no direction, just ambition.

W/ all that we know, you'd think that we'd start to grow,
But we're stunted, like a 12 year old who smokes.
We just gettin wider, never taller, never brighter.

When will this change, we continue to ask,
The answer is never, if we don't think fast,
Stuck in a cycle w/ only one wheel,
That leans to the side, this boat has no keel,

It's going in circles and going down fast,
If the rescuers show up in time they'll hear last,
the sounds .. the noises .. of argument.

What sunk this ship, they most surely will say,
They had enough rowers, to make whitefish bay,
White sails made of nylon, and winds that never stop,
Will only get you so far, if the anchor still is dropped.
Where did it go, is what they wanna know,
It's still out there, floating on the sea,
White sails made of nylon and a wind that never blows,
will only get you so far, if the rowers all go home.

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