some lights help us see others decorate; we need to tell them apart
when a branch is cut history and the future are forever changed
we see the surface but can only imagine the chaos beneath
if we see the signs we will be better prepared when things start to change
the stream doesn’t care how much water it carries it goes with the flow
in later autumn before the snow, a quiet beauty starts to show
we can be the light or we can reflect the light or live in darkness
hidden in plain sight so much of what we take in each day is toxic
the workers will come later today and erase what we have ignored
we’ve got a system that was built for yesterday that we need to fix
uptown jack 