Forget the past
Don’t look back
This is new
Fresh out of the box
It’s already happening
Can’t you tell
A path in the wilderness
Streams in the wasteland
We’ve never been this way It’s dark and the terrain wasn’t explained in high school geography It’s called New Can’t measure it the old ways Can’t use the old drugs to cope This is how it’s done Some say there is nothing new Then stay here I have judged for myself This isn’t a facelift The roof is being ripped off this shed Beds will get wet
New patches on old ways are useless in the coming days We need new clothes Built from the ground up New wine will burst through brittle old wineskins Both will be wasted Grace won’t allow it Compassionate destruction What does it all mean
Search out a book that will teach you this Find a guru whose explanation will satisfy Find a religion to hide in A philosophy to medicate you
Forget it Don’t look back This isn’t like that Stop with the pretty prayers and falsely humble restraint Stop pretending what you know is the same as what you believe A fresh wind blows No need for a middle man to explain it Sounds dangerous It is dangerous Be real and naked Then say hello This is the fork in the road where simplicity and ease go their separate ways