the frozen window tells the truth, yet some of us will lick the lamppost
anyone watching which way the wind is blowing expects some setbacks
a change in the wind cannot bring about real change unless it’s sustained
as the wind changes direction, we can almost see the ice melting
what we need to see is often not the same as what we’re taught to see
sometimes time will stop we ignore it and push on when we should stop, too
it doesn’t matter what we think we saw, only what was really there
there is a question in every mystery with just one answer
things, when discarded tell the story of ourselves and what we value
we know what it was so assume that’s what it is and always will be
uptown jack 