As we walk forward, toward the unknown we begin to roam in new altitudes,
and attitudes mixed with platitudes have begun to make it hard to breathe
the hot air just a little too thin, sunlight begins to dim and I realize
I’m in flip flops stopped at the bottom rock looking at the top of a mountain I’m unprepared to climb.
And I’m here today to say, I think that’s okay.
Because this is Mount Political Climate.
You may have noticed a slight decrease in temperature because it’s cold
A system way too old for anyone to question, we’ve steam-rolled the bold ways of discovery
And fell deep into the well of “this is how it’s been done”, and the sun continued to rise
so our decision must be wise. We disguise the misguided attempts at others to deconstruct
Those who might call it corrupt, because they’re simply outsiders, underperformers,
Unprepared misfits who couldn’t handle the climb
But it’s time those of us not clinging to the ledges to look up
And realize what we seek, might just not be the peak
Of Mount Political Climate. Refuse to Climb it. Walk Around.
The sounds should astound us at first, like a thirst that’s unquenchable
Things unmentionable aired out for public consumption, because that shows gumption
Whatever that is.
And the fad is growing to start showing your opponents weaknesses before they get a chance
To show you with your pants down. The town meeting ignores the fact that
you’re running to be a leader,
Because deep down, they’d rather be amused.
A in the negative, Muse meaning to think, we are a people not thinking
While our patterns go on stinking and bringing about change in ways
we never would’ve chosen On purpose
Getting nervous as we’ve only scratched the surface
The fact is, we deserve this type of leadership, because it’s only a megacosm
Of the micro we live every day
As we live to get paid, and sway situations to shine the sun on our day
I wanna get mine and protect it, and keep others out so they can’t infect it, but don’t try to inspect it,
because – like I told you, it’s mine.
My Mountain of Political Climate. Refuse to Climb it. Walk Around.
And so we’ve found that sounding an alarm might just do some good
And it could shake you and I away from what would, toward what should happen, as we’re mapping new routes
As we refuse to climb the foodholds set before us, though others may ignore us, or abhore us,
Our voices join in one chorus,
That healing won’t come by name calling, health is not built by a wall, and one sure way for us all to fall is to try and stand so tall everyone else seems small.
The ball is in our courts, to call our courts to once again view the human in their being.
To start seeing names instead of numbers, to welcome new comers to the table, and perhaps rising above all political noise, is the silent necessity of, Love.
The hidden wealth of nations is not found in vaults, or in banks.
That Power is not found in muscles, missiles and tanks.
That Happiness not found in tickets to Disney and apple pie.
We must go beyond a simple cry for change, and embody what we hope
Facing the ends of our rope, we come together, tethered to something greater than ourselves
Dusting off the shelves of a room we knew well when we were young
Before we became so high strung, and the songs we sung were a lot more inspiring
Not conspiring for one to rise, but to ignore such lies and seek the good of all.
Because, humanity, united we stand, and divided we will fall.
But it’s a Mountain, this Political Climate. Refuse to Climb It. Walk Around.