One Thing You Can Count On
Not interested in robbing
you
You’ll never have what I
need
There’s something about
not needing
Not needing anything to be
(complete).
To laugh in the wind with
the sun
On your face – Without
even a trace
Of what others chase in
the blowing wind.
To lie in a perennial
garden by a friendly fire pit
On my back on a thick
blanket while my eyes meet
The stars falling parallel
to me and my body
In a vast night sky –
expanding is our time –
And it’s a changing, it’s
a changing
It’s a changing all of the
time
And it’s a changing, it’s
a changing
It’s a changing all of the
time
And it’s a changing, it’s
a changing
It’s a changing all of the
time
Before my bags left the
door, Daddy said,
“The one thing you can
count on, son,
Is only change – Change is
the one constant –
The one constant is
change…………”
And these times, yeah,
these times –
These times keep changing
– Changing –
And I keep trucking
along…………
Hey, hey, there, Bob
Dylan,
I wrote you a song.
It’s about an old story of
a young world
That keeps on moving along
while
People who think they can
own it
Can’t understand what’s
going wrong.
It’s about a world that
keeps spinning around
Sometimes, when I’m
silent,
I feel it spinning around
–
My head going with it
My heart feels it too
My feet on the ground
Hey, hey – I feel I can
talk to you
About the good men you
knew
Who traveled along side of
you
Who marched and hit hard
travellin’ too
Through fear and violence
– and sorrow;
The men that did because
your words
Told them to – By trying
you do, you do -
A do, do. A do, do. A do,
do. Adieu –
I left today and already
left for tomorrow
I’ve seen floods caused by
hurricane rains
And no good planning for
tomorrow – &,
Consequently, hearts are
paralyzed with sorrow
So I’m singing to you with
a strong hope for tomorrow
My song of hope I found in
darkened valleys
It’s a spinning round and
around and around
Penetrating all these
coulds and woulds
And shoulds of yesterday
like stagnant waters
With the force and
momentum spinning
Round and around – It’s
spinning around –
Until my heart feels it
too
With my feet on the ground
Hey, hey, here, now –
I’m talking to you………..
Times have changed.
The world is spinning
around –
Here’s what’s – for us now
–
It’s a changing, it’s a
changing,
It’s a changing ………..
It’ll change and
change………..
It’s a change, it’s a
change,
It’s a change…………
- (Already done came) -
Not interested in robbing
you
You’ll never have what I
need
There’s something about
not needing
Not needing anything to be
(complete).
To laugh in the wind with
the sun
On your face – Without
even a trace
Of what others chase in
the blowing wind.
To lie in a perennial
garden by a friendly fire pit
On my back on a thick
blanket while my eyes meet
The stars falling parallel
to me and my body
In a vast night sky –
expanding is our time –
And it’s a changing, it’s
a changing
It’s a changing all of the
time
And it’s a changing, it’s
a changing
It’s a changing all of the
time
And it’s a changing, it’s
a changing
It’s a changing all of the
time
John Alan Conte` JR
An American Poet
http://www.mystrawhat.com
Labor Day Weekend
September 4, 2005
