Got to Speak Your Mind

That old crow on the post, oh what’s she got to do?
She’s not thinking ‘bout the weather, she’s just looking at you,
but your minds so tied, you didn’t see her ‘til she flew,
let it fly, you got to speak your mind.

Up ahead there’s a track, it goes on forever,
and you’re ridin’ down the line through the storm and the weather,
and this train will take you places, through the plain and the pleasure,
on this ride, you got to speak your mind.

Cause this river is rising, gonna pull you in,
it’s about damn time that you learn how to swim,
why wait for it to take you when you could ‘a jumped in,
this time, you got to speak your mind.

There’s an old man sitting on the side of the tracks,
he’s got a dollar in his hat and fatigues on his back
when you give him two dollars, his blue eyes ask,
today friend, did you speak your mind?

The clouds are gonna gather and the rain is gonna come,
and the meanness and the lies will strike like lightning, like a gun,
but the truth will shine through like a rising sun,
every time, you got to speak your mind.

I don’t go to your church, you don’t like the Grateful Dead,
I want cheese for breakfast, and you gave up eating bread,
you’re lookin’ so serious, and I’m out of my head,
we both got to speak our minds, yes we do, yes
we all got to speak our minds.

 

 

 

3 thoughts on “Got to Speak Your Mind

  1. Caramba. How does such a seemingly quiet congregation of words conjure such rising force and power? (And I concur with Kellie Day’s and chrisnan78’s above responses. Ditto, to each and both.)
    Aye, your imagery. How this poem resonates, reverberates. You went deep, struck mucid, fecund ore. (Can you see, from here, my genuflecting toward this poem and its poetess?)

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