What do you see standing there looking on? How do you make that final choice? As you juggle in your hand, your heart The forces pressing in on you justice expediency power authority honour popularity How hard do you fight? How far do you push? How much must you let go just to hold on? Yet what would you grasp if you just let go?
And when you wash your hands before you dine when you bathe again time after time for so many things Does it really make you clean?