Da Vinci he saw aeroplanes
The Greeks put Icarus in flames
H.G. Welles knew the point
He saw the future of this joint
When you think about soft evolution
Humanity's revolution
Can't you see nations coming together?
It's a slow process like the weather
There's six billion people on our earth
We've never had so many since our birth
Is it just a remarkable chance?
So many free able to dance
We kill disease, conquer plague
Why so many feeling vague?
We have knowledge, information
Why this hatred midst the nations?
What type of people become our leaders?
Have they ever tried to feed us?
Have they ever been free?
Have they ever been dancing?
Do you think they'd ever know?
Of your confusion and your suffering?
Are they there for the best positions?
Do they care about conditions?
The sun is rising this morning
A golden age is dawning
The sun is rising this morning
A golden age is coming and dawning
Winter 13,700,000,010
I am going to hold my dog's paw on Sunday at 3. I realise it will be a tiny flick in the nature of things. I'm also aware that only perhaps a handful of people will partake. That is okay. There is always next year. Much more time than a few days to organise. As I hold (or attempt to hold) his paw I will be playing tracks 2 and 10 of Dylan's new album
Modern Times and I will try to ruminate about a lost love. And think warm thoughts of her.
What we achieved is belief. That, even though the inaugural
International Hand Holding Day will be just a trickle; next year it may be an ocean. I'm anticipating Sunday. Know exactly where I'll be sitting. I must say I'm even getting a little excited. Think I'll burn candles too.
Bye
Adam
