Napalm

 

This is the first in a series of poems I wrote which I call the “it” poems. “It” being a kind of collective noun for the reality of life


1.
It’s all in the mind
It’s all in the darkest corners of the soul
It’s all part of a scary midnight dream
And maybe that’s a good thing after all

Chorus:
When you look at the world with an open mind
And your not even scared
I don’t call that bravery
I call that being weird
And I know what you are thinking
Behind my back you say that I’m insane
So what if I’ve been drinking
You know it’s napalm for the brain

2.
It’s all a frightening fairy tale
It’s all a great big lie
It’s all part of the mask you wear
And maybe the truth isn’t worth a try

3
Fry your thoughts with gasoline bombs
Fight for retribution
Blame it all on your environment
And miscommunication

4
Hit yourself with cat-on-nine-tails
Like a monk in the medieval plague
Hide from the truth in a deep dark cave
The plague of our time is “the vague”

5
Live for each second
like there is no tomorrow.
The future is now
And it’s still pain and sorrow

6
It’s all a big surprise
It’s all part of a master plan
It’s beauty in the eye of the beholder
And maybe one day he’ll see it. One day, when he can.