Old Flint

You are the deepening mystery When life is full of simplicity You are the nagging doubt The hideaway doubter When everyone believes Everyone believes You are the abstract art of paint and poem When our propaganda makes everything clear You are the th

I may be loose, I'm not a cannon I can be quiet saying my name There are the weights, Where is the balance? Maybe everyone's to blame My heart and my mind Have been with me always But not long enough To keep them in line I know that my mind Has both