THOUGH

we have wandered from the protection of our churches ... we have formed groups cults too of our own ... we have pockets of self-pity and dead-ends of self-analysis ... we don't feel guilty when we should ... we can't figure out why we do when we shouldn't ... we've turned away from god though we meant to turn right back ... we've picked up all kinds of infectious assumptions ... thrilling but not examined ... so now we don't like our conclusions ... we doctor the premises ... we drug the patient ... still the same conclusion ... we lose ... no help ... too bad ... what to do what to do what to do now indeed ... rolling downhill no gas no brakes looking for an empty parking lot and a smooth curve till we're done ... at least we can say this is what we have done ... come to an end ... no thanks you hear a few say ... we'll take another dip and narrow if you please even with a wall at the end ... we don't hold with this leveling off ... good souls brave souls let them come to a fast end if not just now ... I say go with the glide when you can ... the hollows and the bends are enough for me ... but a few times each day I hear as from the radio still playing ... though though aim still higher