some of us do good with calendars

with understanding 

the knowledge, even cursed 

makes us more comfortable 

we like to stare death in the face and know his name

But others of us need to dream 

the deadline is our death

a ball and chain

trap our feet in what’s concrete 

and watch us sink 

the bubbles will rise with our anxiety 

You have to let us think we can lift the world 

that we can climb a different way 

because we just might 

but we'll never do it counting days

The truth is we need each other 

the dreamer cannot live without change

the farmer cannot miss planting greens for magic beans 

but make no mistake

we are all challenging fate 

Some of us gather the wood

we work hard in the sun 

and we sleep good

Some of us stay up 

to make sure the fires stay lit 

and the jaguars don’t creep in

( that the dark doesn’t win )