Paradox
Paradox
I was on top of the bottom
Dead Center to the side
In the springtime of autumn
and the darkness of light
So then, I followed
in front of the back
Footloose and hollow
but full, tight and slack
To the north of the south
on the east of the west
Positively negative
So sure that I guessed
So I ran straight ahead
so fast I slowed down
So alive and yet dead
as I smiled from a frown
I was quietly screaming
dried eyed, tears streaming
In the black of the white
on track or in flight
In the strength of my weakness
to passively fight
So I borrowed tomorrow
in trade for today
Then gladly in sorrow
and peaceful dismay
I discovered what I knew
to be wrong but so true
I freely pay dues
to be just like you
So then burn yourself out
and slowly grow cold
Don't hear my story
though you know its been told
Close your ears and listen
and remember to forget
What we both know we're missing
as we all calmly sweat
Be horrified, glorified
Petrified and soft
and chase yourself down
as you run for your loft
or realize and recognize
you'll grow small to be wise
For he who is too tall
is too small, to see through all - the disguise
Doug Bellamy – Once upon a time…. An observation, written in less than 30 minutes in 1978 on someone’s living room floor and shag carpet…