Obsessed with the abstraction of the
big big picture
But reality comes to us in
tiny tiny blinks
we constrained the revolution
with the very sort of stricture
And still we couldn’t bring ourselves
to say just what we really think
every illusion that passes
for a reason
every good idea harnessed
to a stupid plan
Maybe we must all attend
to each small blink within its season
leave the big picture be
and just do what we can
What is the song of the day?
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