A Headlong Stretch: ii. Continental Drift

We make the beds in which we'll stretch

in unconscious pre-planning;

tending and hedging our bets

thinking we're thinking ahead.

Out of the blue comes the given life,

out of the window volition.

In small miracles, in constant reinvention

we make sense of each current position.

Every choice that we make, every trick that we turn up

appears in its principle sound.

Yeh, we're self-made men, masters of our destiny,

free and unbound.......

In to the heart comes the brave new world

where we're slaves to the strength of conviction.....

I believe decisions come like continents to conquer

like I believe we're no strangers to fiction.

Every road that we take

means a journey rejected

we pretend we can still have it all

every future we dream a virtual reality

only vanity still holds us enthralled

when the best laid plans of mice and men

all unravel in the judgement call.

Pride still make us ride for a fall.

Surely we look ripe for a fall,

surely we look ripe for a fall;

maybe we just ride for the fall.