limitations come

 

it does not matter just how much you do
no one will listen to the tales you tell
you wait in vain to see the green turn blue

none of the people can say what is due
nor can they open even thinnest shell
it does not matter just how much you do

the process waits on just one turn of screw
but is delayed for no one rings the bell
you wait in vain to see the green turn blue

the whole account is known to very few
but every person seems to know the smell
it does not matter just how much you do

no gain or profit can to us accrue
and nothing comes to any place you dwell
you wait in vain to see the green turn blue

all of the fools are in love with the new
and cannot see the fall right into hell
it does not matter just how much you do
you wait in vain to see the green turn blue

a plain spring afternoon

 this is the moment when we want to dance
but all our choices seem to be at sea
no hope but tie some riband to a tree

meaning can't be read out of every glance
and knowledge may not want just to be free
this is the moment when we want to dance

not all our meetings should be left to chance
when there are many things we need to see
on this all the authorities agree
this is the moment when we want to dance

implications

 

you want to name this thing you cannot bear
it does not speak but silence has its weight
and in the end you know just how to fear

what we achieve begins at once to wear
but we have the compulsion to create
you want to name this this thing you cannot bear

another age might want to see you care
or think that you are just the toys of fate
and in the end you know just how to fear

the children all line up and want to cheer
they cannot see what's waiting at the gate
you want to name this thing you cannot bear

as you get older you learn not to stare
nor ever ask the price of all the freight
and in the end you know just how to fear

you have been told that you have to beware
both of the function and the coming date
you want to name this thing you cannot bear
and in the end you know just how to fear

a little sarcasm

 we are not asked each time to give a toss
nor are we waiting for a moment's pause
you may or you may not withhold applause

the situation's not a total loss
no one has thought that we are the true cause
we are not asked each time to give a toss

the wheel has fallen off into the fosse
and there is subject to some minor laws
you learn too quickly to avoid those flaws
we are not asked each time to give a toss

quick march

 

this road will wind and lead to the last hill
we know each turn each pebble and sharp rock
the time and distance must yield to our will

the reddening sun and golden moon may fill
electric sky we can't pause to take stock
this road will wind and lead to the last hill

we have to be on time we know the drill
and we are not the masters of the lock
the time and distance must yield to our will

not one of us could claim to have the skill
to pause the hour or to slow down the clock
this road will wind and lead to the last hill

it's not for others to withhold the bill
for what we do we can withstand the shock
the time and distance must yield to our will

what we achieve is done without a thrill
no one turns back for all that you may mock
this road will wind and lead to the last hill
the time and distance must yield to our will