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We sit and stand and live and wait, as though Godot really would appear at any moment.
Who says he won’t?
That girl says he will. That guy says he won’t. Those people over there swear he’s already come.
All we know is that we’re here.
Summer stretching on the grass
Summer dresses pass
In the shade of a willow tree
Creeps a-crawling over me
Over me and over you
Stuck together with God’s glue
It’s gonna get stickier too.
It’s been a long hot summer
Let’s get under cover
Don’t try too hard to think
Don’t think at all.
We sit baking on the curb along the road they said he would pass by. “No one knows when,” they told us. “But he’ll come. Just you wait and see.”
So we nod our heads, settle in, and wait around to see.
I’m not the only one
Staring at the sun
Afraid of what you’d find
If you take a look inside.
Time passes and thoughts become toys in our hands:
Feel their weight.
Tear them open to see what’s inside.
Questions become trophies:
Keep them safe,
Then fling them like stones at anyone who claims he has trophy answers.
Not just deaf and dumb
I’m staring at the sun
Not the only one
Who’s happy to go blind.
Tear life open,
Spill out all its parts.
We’ve heard before how it fits together,
But now we can’t see real proof.
Is it black density or black emptiness we’ve found inside?
There’s an insect in your ear
If you scratch it won’t disappear.
It’s gonna itch and burn and sting
Do you wanna see what the scratching brings!
Our thoughts and questions chase us down,
Burst through dreams,
Disquiet our heads.
Waves that leave me out of reach
Breaking on your back like a beach.
Will we ever live in peace?
‘Cause those that can’t do often have to
And those that can’t do often have to preach
We’re kept drowning, sunken and raised by unending unanswerables.
Is there any shore to wash up on? Is there any sea bottom to touch? Is there any horizon we will reach?
To the ones staring at the sun
Afraid of what you’ll find if you took a look inside.
Not just deaf and dumb, staring at the sun
I’m not the only one who’d rather go blind.
Intransigence in all around
Military’s still in town
Armour plated suits and ties
Daddy just won’t say goodbye
Referee won’t blow the whistle.
God is good but will he listen?
I’m nearly great but there’s something missing.
I left it in the duty free,
Oh, though you never really belonged to me.
We itch and scratch and peel back skin until we bleed and we’ve bored down to the bone. We’re starting to see reason.
Yet our trophies stand where we’ve carefully kept them:
Question. (Is he?)
Question. (Did he?)
Question. (Will he?)
We keep flinging them like stones.
You’re not the only one staring at the sun
Afraid of what you’d find if you stepped back inside.
I’m not sucking my thumb, staring at the sun
Not the only one who’s happy to go blind.
We keep waiting, sitting on this curb.
Someone opens a door across the street.
Someone offers us a drink.
Someone comes with a bus to take us all away.
But we keep sitting.
Godot may have to wait for us.