It’s just a blip you observe on the radar screen of life,
Blinking near, though far off, can be gauged,
Alerting with sound – a beep – nothing more,
Present but not central to the stage.
The battle is raged from a distance, you see,
No one’s hurt for no one sees the war,
Just a signal or two between two or a few,
Pulsating but not revealing more.
It’s a secret, you see, though poorly concealed,
It’s written in the stars and in the clouds,
It’s written on the walls, messages revealed,
Interpreted by dreamers who’re allowed
To read what is there, discerning of eye,
Of their hearts and what’s etched upon their souls,
Magnifying bleeps, words and symbols so seen,
Directing them further towads their goals.
It’s the goals, can’t you see, that present so much strife,
Distorted in hist’ry and by lies,
Content unremembered, misinterpreted for aim,
Truth garnered only by the willing spies
And some who recall the way it once was
And some who believe how it should be,
It’s just a blip, can’t you see, in the passage of our time,
A different timepiece, ticking history.