what prospects open now

 those who walk backward see only the past
the future's hidden from their steady eyes
all that will happen's just one more surprise

the thing that happens happens very fast
we cover it with a blanket of lies
those who walk backward see only the past

we don't expect that anything will last
what is to be is no more than surmise
and what to do that no one could advise
those who walk backward see only the past

the werewolf's tale

 the ones who panic you would not abhor
say something simple to those who escape
another victim soon comes through the door

the story never leaves you wanting more
nor is there any message on the tape
the ones who panic you would not abhor

someone thinks this a case of keeping score
and knowing how to bend the proper shape
another victim soon comes through the door

you do not let us quickly reach the fore
and watch the hasty servants bow and scrape
the ones who panic you would not abhor

this is the idol that we would adore
and that is while the spectators all gape
another victim soon comes through the door

the ending is in peace and not in war
we keep the secret of the naked ape
the ones who panic you would not abhor
another victim soon comes through the door

and then just vanishing

 

you want to see what lurks beyond the scrim
a normal thought erupting in each brain
and what is spoken can't be shut again
you know the word illuminates the dim
turns plainest song into the deepest hymn
and lets each know just what they can attain
so much is set out on the open plain
by those who accept what is not so grim
this choice is made by one who speaks aloud
what in the silence should not have been said
to those who coming would find all set out
for those who could not bear the larger crowd
but would have wanted all the tables spread
and had their orders writ to settle doubt
that was enough to let the foolish shout
but you might not have known this being too proud
to show to those who watched the normal dread
we would not now expect to be allowed
to suffer or to be sent out instead
these are the signs as far as we can tell
that only patience ever could dispel

out of the shell

 

this becomes how you choose a kind of name
echoes of passion sing through normal dreams
each in their way remembers the true flame

your choice determines how you take the blame
not the exposure of the old regimes
this becomes how you choose a kind of name

the lion bows and pretends to be tame
you take each thing for just the way it seems
each in their way remembers the true flame

a child could tell you how to play the game
but not which form of victory redeems
this becomes how you choose a kind of name

it would be easy to declare the shame
of those who could not see the honest gleams
each in their way remembers the true flame

instead you smile and bow and give acclaim
to those who find a path to smarter schemes
this becomes how you choose a kind of name
each in their way remembers the true flame