Tell Me The Truth

I believe we're crossing the great ravine Still yearning half-way a stranger I believe in our multiplicity still part-blind no reason for anger I believe we pull up our roots and retreat A new crop of aerials in Dacca and Canberra Why won't you tell me the truth about you Vaseline, you smeared it across every scene Anchor-man drowns in a sea of sensation Tyranny crushing the young bird's seed Halloween's mate short fuse of the banker We're all spores but we're never eunuchs love's one the loose Deflect the short tunics and the cameras ruse there's no judgement In ignorance I say Some people tell me stories wasting all my time Some trying not receiving someone else's lies It's my time, yes it's my time