Me, I can’t appreciate a lotus
A crow smelling a rose
I’m not supposed to go
to the far side of the garden
where the crazy plowman hoes.
And it’s not appropriate for me
to fly the flag of victory
as far up as the flagpole goes.
I’ve been warned
and I’ve had my chances,
so I know, I know, I know.
I get the picture,
but I get the picture slow.
I get the picture slow.
I’m drawing a wavy, halting line,
holding up my homemade sign
only to find the crowd had left the day before,
that justice has since been ignored,
and we’ve moved toward a subtler form of protest.
Then I'm fined for loitering,
a hundred dollars no less.
One of these days I’m gonna learn,
so one of these days I’m gonna know.
And I’ve learned that I will come to know,
but till then I get the picture slow,
until then I get the picture slow.
Take a seat and watch me go.
You’d have to be inert to observe my progress.
But I will process regardless.
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