even the wisest man grows tense

[fledgist]

allow the change to happen or else die
those are the rules by which we must survive
not taught us till long after we arrive
instead we're told a sweet and pleasant lie
under this uncaring dark weighty sky
we learn to tell what's truth and what just jive
and hope that sense and honour will revive
before we find we are required to fly
messages sent and never understood
flare all around us as we struggle past
to get to the eternal turning point
we never do the things we know we should
faces are always turned towards the blast
the time for us is always out of joint