One Day A Year

One day a year
we must
It will drift our way
One day a year
we need
It will shift our pay
One day a year
days will ask, and task
One day a year
the reason for our season
must bark and bite
One day soon-year
no season will buy our reason
or tarry in vain...

Mark your day soon you can
and hack their company
though high they be
Task your means noon the way
backing your meaning
though low you be
For, in the season of high reason
prisons be many
prisms be canny
schisms be candy
And, as the crimson mean no more
we watch the manner of all clan...

See the banter, see the bite
I won't say
See the butter, see the bug
I won't say
Yes, the taper rolls along
rocking a million names unread:
A soul, a toll
Yet, the music flows by show
blocking a million souls in tow
A name, a shame
Tick the clutter, tick the cut
I won't say
Burn the matter, buy the mat
I won't say

One day a year
no one be free, no land be lone
For, if tomorrow speaks at noon
and they say it be too soon
leave me my day
heave them the hay-
to smash the season as clay
Then say to them, by force of Sage:
Go on if fun
Mock on all pun
Willy nilly, oh dreamer
reasons be way, and reasons be pay!


If you take a tour and its twin detour as flesh and breath, you shouldn't be dribbled by the true need for "inward-looking" these days. So much at play, too much at stake.

Don't look far. Start from home, your own base. Check friends and colleagues. Examine faith and its fatalists. Read the news. Go online. And get out and about. What do you find?

Though I said I won't say, you bet we be all sucked into the seasons no matter our reason. And, sooner than later, we must speak for self.