© 2024 Mike Sherlock

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Lady, I find the term "Bird-Brain" offensive

​Email:  ufo@zianet.com

Text/Phone:  323 434-0161

​I'm a Filmmaker, Songwriter, Cartoonist, and Levitating Toy Developer ​

How It Goes
 
With Coronavirus blowing in the winds of strife
Six-plus million people now have loosed the bonds of life
Gone on to a place we hope is free from earthly woes
As we wait with apprehension wondering how it goes

Every day that passes we're confronting who we are
Aspects of a consciousness that came here from a star
Everyone is taking sides, who knows what to believe
Climate change and threats of war leave little time to grieve

Some say it's all for the best and things will be okay
Others say the evidence disputes this every day
How can everything be fine if all we love is gone?
Are we fated to resign and glumly soldier on?

Or is this some secret plan that leads us to the Source
If we let our judgments go and learn to trust the Force
Maybe there's a better day that's coming from all this
When a cosmic bargain can be sealed with a kiss

Since it seems our only choice is how we're gonna feel
It makes sense to dance for things that we'd like to be real
There's a lot to contemplate that still can make us smile
We just need to turn away from conflict for a while

If it's true that all things pass including social distance
Why not fill our days with laughs that loosen our resistance
We might see this is a dream and paradise is near
And the only price to pay is letting go of fear

Even quantum physicists now say this is illusion
It's the only answer to our spiritual confusion
If the UFOs are real, and evil's fake as fuck
Everything we thought was bad is actually good luck!

Maybe one day this will make a funny sci-fi movie
With a lesson for the kids on how to keep it groovy
So that they don't get addicted like we did before
And a golden age will dawn where no one goes to war

Keep the faith 'cause as they say it's darkest 'fore the dawn
Just be kind and never mind that others battle on
Upbeat vibes will always win as sure as this poem rhymes
Even the Apocalypse can be the best of times

Campfire

Desiduous machines

Harvest the light

And lay the golden dehydrated power at my feet

So that on moonless nights I may

Replay the day

And rest in warm serenity

Beside the dancing fantasy

And watch my private rerun

Of the sun