A Master's Piece

If by time,
if by chance,
we can see the bloom
of reality.
If by time,
if by chance,
I wonder if...
you’re the one for me.

Well, we know that romance
well, it’s not for the romantic.
And we know that the craft,
well, we know that it’s not for the artist.
But time will fulfill all
if given the chance.

But when we speak of corruption,
the people’s mind is near eruption.
So please mister piano player,
won’t you set the rhythm?
So that we can see,
the beauty of your system.

Because I’ve been so high,
but I’ve yet to achieve.
And I really do need,
something good to believe.

Singers sing,
and tell us what’s right,
and hold in what’s wrong,
and let us dance,
to the fulfillment of your song.

Yes, time and chance,
I know it’s sealed.
Yet, time and chance,
is yet to be fulfilled.

And if I set my heart,
to seek out peace.
What would you say,
if I pointed to
the Middle-East?
Because smoke does come
from the middle of the night,
but when it’s all gone
we’ll all see the light.

If by time,
if by chance,
we can see the bloom
of reality.
If by time,
if by chance,
I wonder if...
you’re the one for me.

Well, we know that the harvest,
well, it’s not for the laborer.
And we know that the preacher,
Well, he’s not the savior.
But time will fulfill all,
if given the chance.

But if I’m just part
of a grand masters dream,
I’m gonna walk so quietly,
while I’m here.
Because, I fear, if I wake him…
I just might disappear.

And if were just a figment
of it’s very own imagination,
then what is it that we really know
of what we call creation?
So, who can place themselves above
their very own thoughts?

Uhhmmm, moment by moment
and thought by thought.
Step by step
and word by word.
And when I speak what shall I say?

So I search deep within
this crazy crazy…experienced-dream.
To become aware
that I’m in it’s dream
of the light of day.
So that it may shine
in all that I would have to say.

Then I woke from the dream,
and remembered all that I seen.

"So, I returned and saw under the sun,
that the race is not to the swift,
nor the battle to the strong,
neither yet bread to the wise,
nor yet riches to men of understanding,
nor yet favor to men of skill;
but time and chance happens to them all."

So, now I see
that I’m just a small part of a master’s piece.
Like the birds and the trees,
and the cool autumn breeze.

So, if by time,
and if by chance,
we could see the bloom
of reality.
If by time,
if by chance,
I wonder if...
you’re the sweet melody,
that’s meant for me…
a master’s piece.

P.S. Written for the sake of art.

© 1984 Michael C. Teniente in Riverside Co. Jail, Blythe Substation.