Move Around - Stephen Stills

What do we do

Given life?

We move around

Solitude

Reach for light

Reach or slide

We move around

One searches

For the sake of searching

Clearly then

Stumbling…

Falling…

Lurching…

We move around

A superb point of reference detected

Becomes absurd with a moment’s reflection

Leaves one a passage of simple thought

Not sagging with excess weight of excess baggage

And we move around

We move around

One thinks then sinks

Then stands at a brink

Finds a key

Instincts of revelation

Drinking in exaltation

We move…

We move around

No need to prove

No one around

No one but you

To stand your ground

We move around

Don’t you know its all right

To be wrong thus you grow be amused and be strong

The acceptance of error with grace

Is to refuse to be vain and so afraid of losing face

This fear drives one further into what one thinks

To be a race of life or death

Or simply take another breath

Of nature’s air now

Which is fair now

Which is to be alive

To move around