Upside Down
Another adventure began for BigBang
When drawn to the Artist who's paint brush sang
Across Black's canvas ran the colors of Truth
Old was his wisdom but a vision of youth
With stories here told by the free Wheeler man
Of disguise and the " Jester" and political scam
Last but not least came the Livermore fellow
Who's pronoia perception glowed of bright yellow
Believable words beyond belief were exchanged
With consensus of hope for a world rearranged
We drifted in and out of virtual consciousness
And a collective state of awoken awareness
We talked of the normal that made up the norm
Who follow man's rules and stay put in their dorm
Gave praise to the ones that produce the best fruits
Labeled as crazy by the leaders in cahoots
That dance their little jig in a single file
To an off beat tune that is rotten and vile
But we all drag a cross that we've chosen to bare
Perceived as a victim or path that is fair
Whether bottom you be looking up at it all
Or perched, looking down, from the top of your wall
If you don't like the place that you've chosen to be
Turn your wall upside-down to change how you see
