IN THE MIDST
 

In the midst of the thunder,
in the midst of the night,
between flashes of lightning,
when the world is so bright,
in the midst of daylight,
long after the storm,
to what are you clinging?

When nothing really matters at all,
when your dreams have melted away,
when the play is over,
the dawn of a new day,
when the final hopes,
have all gone astray,
what is left to cling to?

For all who were and could ever be,
as all the rain feeds every tree,
and every sunset that we can see,
waves on the ocean rolling so free,
for every one of you, and for me,
for all there was, all the mystery,
for all the songs and the harmony,
in the midst of it all,
a clinger, or a clingee?

When all there was is no longer here,
when all is gone that we used to fear,
when the last dance is drawing near,
when an end to the pizza and beer,
when all the smiles turn to jeer,
cling for a day,
cling for a year.

In the midst of a life,
in the midst of a day,
in the midst of a smile,
there is always a way,
a way to take charge,
a way to be sure,
a way to be happy,
just let go and be.

When all is gone,
when you can no longer see,
when the shaking stops,
and you're up a tree,
when you ride the wave,
when you row the boat,
when you tread the water,
just to stay afloat,
the tighter you cling,
the deeper you sink,
the tighter the grip,
the more you will think,
the more you think,
the more you will doubt,
and perhaps one day,
you may understand,
what I am talking about.

For, all has come,
and all has gone,
some were right,
so many were wrong,
who kept score,
who really knows,
who will remain,
when the clinger goes?
 

©Written by: Ed Kassirer
January 2, 2003