Tuesday, January 20, 2009

Pacing the Cage

Pacing the Cage
Bruce Cockburn, 1997
Sunset is an angel weeping
Holding out a bloody sword
No matter how I squint
I cannot make out what it's pointing toward
Sometimes you feel like you live too long
Days drip slowly on the page
You catch yourself
Pacing the cage

I've proven who I am so many times
The magnetic strip's worn thin
And each time I was someone else
And every one was taken in
Powers chatter in high places
Stir up eddies in the dust of rage
Set me to pacing the cage

I never knew what you all wanted
So I gave you everything
All that I could pillage
All the spells that I could sing
It's as if the thing were written
In the constitution of the age

Sooner or later you'll wind up
Pacing the cage
Sometimes the best map will not guide you
You can't see what's round the bend
Sometimes the road leads through dark places
Sometimes the darkness is your friend

Today these eyes scan bleached-out land
For the coming of the outbound stage
Pacing the cage
Pacing the cage
Some days I miss cleaning toilets in Seattle back in 1993.
Tonight I do, anyway.
Nobody knew me, everything was new again, and I had nowhere to go but up from the bottom I hit before I moved, and I didn't have to be den mother to a bunch of folks who took but didn't give when I needed it.
It's a new day, new president and there's supposed to be hope in the air.
I'm not feeling it. Maybe that's what tomorrow is for.

1 comment:

M Big Mistake said...

I am overcome with the feeling that people are basking in all this "feel good" crap but that it will amount to nothing. That it is all bullshit like it so often is.

Hell is other people.

"Sometimes a scream is better than a thesis." Ralph Waldo Emerson