The Big Idea (©1994 John T. Windle)
Confused, in the morning, in the afternoon.
Diffused, waiting for a change in weather,
Gathering the thoughts I need
to raise and puncture balloons.
So strange I was sure that I had left it there.
No change, someone just got left behind
and I care.
Chorus: Come on along, along come on.
What’s your secret?
Who’s your reason to be there?
Among, among, among alone,
There’s a patience
and a season to appear.
I’ll bore you with the grey tunes
until the big idea.
I curse, there’s no express between my head and hand.
But worse: frosted in a future fable
leaves me even but unable
to expand.
Amazed, nothing disturbing a clay-heavy head.
Delays…had a plan to change a day
and now it’s dead.
Chorus
And then a chance can come along,
just close enough to grab it
should my arms be open?
And then I look ahead
As all the greatest books I’ve read.
Begin to remind me:
I’m repeating history.
Chorus…end.
Confused, in the morning, in the afternoon.
Diffused, waiting for a change in weather,
Gathering the thoughts I need
to raise and puncture balloons.
So strange I was sure that I had left it there.
No change, someone just got left behind
and I care.
Chorus: Come on along, along come on.
What’s your secret?
Who’s your reason to be there?
Among, among, among alone,
There’s a patience
and a season to appear.
I’ll bore you with the grey tunes
until the big idea.
I curse, there’s no express between my head and hand.
But worse: frosted in a future fable
leaves me even but unable
to expand.
Amazed, nothing disturbing a clay-heavy head.
Delays…had a plan to change a day
and now it’s dead.
Chorus
And then a chance can come along,
just close enough to grab it
should my arms be open?
And then I look ahead
As all the greatest books I’ve read.
Begin to remind me:
I’m repeating history.
Chorus…end.