the way things are

There comes a time
this much I know
when a mind feels like resting
and I ain’t suggesting
that this is wrong
– just my way of protesting
the way things are

Things don’t last long
this much I know
and my mind keeps on saying
stop your crying and praying
don’t make no sound
– just my way of delaying
the way things are

There is a way
this much I know
be it standing and staring
be it doing and daring
you’ll take my hand
– you’ll be smiling and sharing
the way things are

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