The Gannet Who Ran It

The Gannet Who Ran It

Where are you going in your life,
Where are we going on this planet,
Continually ravished by the gannet who ran it,
While the rest of us man it from below deck on route to the next wrecking mission,
Laying areas to waste with nuclear fission, no need for permission,
And without our own superstition clouding our vision,
We should contemplate a revision of the testimony which was thrust upon us,
Which I wore like an enchanted chain so that I may refrain from so mundane a discovery,
But don't hurry me, if your in a rush brush past of me,
But if you just wait I might just make it worth your while like a cruising trip down the Nile,
In the land of the Pharaohs, who knows what we might see,
So let it be, like an Amazonian tree.