Drifted
Attended parochial school, from a small town growing
The sixties push for expansion was just now showing
We were taught black and white but me I dreamt of florals
Looking back what a laugh, you know you can keep your morals
Pulled from the ashes of the bad memories, some smiles are sifted
Yeah, I was headed to become one of the pack, but I guess I just drifted
Listen any evening to pointed uninformed alcohol induced barstool talk
And you can hear memorized Fox rhetoric dripping, stumbling to walk
From the good old boys who cling tightly to a past where they ruled
Now they’re leading the way for the right hoping everyone is fooled
Who remembers past discretions, can’t you see the boy is gifted?
Rode the back of your Skidoo down the trails with you but I just drifted
I see the floral from when I was a boy, dreaming of pretty pictures
Different sounds from distant ends and I sit and marvel at the mixtures
You no longer listen or learn, closed your mind and you just hit repeat
Stopped growing, stopped hearing, man your opinions are incomplete
Open your mind again my friend, what’s fallen can once again be lifted
Maybe it wasn’t me who left the path, yeah maybe you’re the one who drifted
Yeah, I said maybe I wasn’t wrong after all, yeah maybe you’re the one who drifted
Tim Windisch
03/02/2023
