incomplete, variation on 'in the morninglight' theme

Even though I know I'm just a drop in a bucket

Even though I know I'm just a grain of sand

I can still see the road through the fog

And maybe I want you to take a stand

Surely you know I can see you crying

Surely you know tears are no warranty

I can still see flashes in your eyes

And maybe I just want to set you free

forgiveness, a jason mraz song that will never be

Forgiveness

forgiveness

Dont ever try

To apologize

For staying by

The things we tried

Forgiveness

forgiveness

A philosophy

Your company

No more pity

No heavy sighs

Forgiveness

forgiveness

Sweet tenderness

Never beat

No higher feat

You can't compete

There's no retreat!

does my lost lover truly exist

Does my lost lover truly, think you, exist

Or was it but naïve to think, a wish?

Good woman, but what woman, will be missed?

A watch that wore at my wrist

A fishbowl without a fish

Does my lost lover truly exist

I know there is illusion amidst

Is it all a candle without a wick

Good woman, but what woman, will be missed.

Sans substance naught subsists

Her silhouette, my cognition, a trick

Does my lost lover truly exist

A flickering rumor in my head persists

Convinced before the trial had begun

Good woman, but what woman, will be missed.

What seduction should today enlist

With incongruence my heart wast won

Does my lost lover truly, think you, exist

Good woman, but what woman, will be missed?

terrible attempt with a good last couple lines

The totality of misery

envelopes me in a puffy blanket

the alienness of strangeness

guards against familiarity

Do I know you

Do I know you

Do I know you

Do I know you

The sameness of the everyday

All is work and naught is play

I will not play this game today

Life is a price I cannot pay

But hey,

Have it your way

I just watch the door

Turn up the air when it's hot

Sometimes convince myself

Equilibrium is a whore

Worth fighting for

a raconteurs song that will never be

Time marches on to the beat of the drum

Luckily it's a cadence we both can hum

I tell you girl I'll be here for you

For years to come

Years to come

Now I could watch grass grow for a million hours

I got to tell you girl you've got mysterious powers

By this time I'm transfixed enough

To give you a flower

Give you a flower

Summer spits you at me like a tommy gun

I don't know what it was you said but now I'm undone

By this time I'm enchanted enough

To sit with you in the sun

WIth you in the sun

Wind steps in and out like a whispering thief

Regarding our salvation I have strong beliefs

By this time I'm foolish enough

To jump in the leaves

To play in the leaves

Eyes are looking through the ice with a crazy glow

I tell you girl I'll be here for you

In the sparkling snow

The sparkling snow

a sonic youth song that will never be

I've got a valentine in my heart/
But I don't know who'll play the part/
I'm thinking that it could be you/
And if it's not you, I don't know who.

jennnnnner

"Isn't it strange that the commissioner of the NFL inaugurated the Vann Ethics Center? What does football have to do with ethics?"
"Well it's a socialist league"
"What?"
"They revenue-share and stuff."
"So you're equating socialism with ethicality?"
"Yes"
"Socialism never works"

I only laughed. What I should have done is pointed out that the terms of the question did not include reference to "workability" as a metric of success. Not murdering anyone is ethical, but what society has been absent of homicide? If we are going to be speaking of something so nonphysical as ethics, it seems incongruous to exclude a possibility on a physical basis.