3 thoughts on “Why wait”

  1. My Blakean Year

    In my Blakean year
    I was so disposed
    Toward a mission yet unclear
    Advancing pole by pole
    Fortune breathed into my ear
    Mouthed a simple ode
    One road is paved in gold
    One road is just a road

    In my Blakean year
    Such a woeful schism
    The pain of our existence
    Was not as I envisioned
    Boots that trudged from track to track
    Worn down to the sole
    One road is paved in gold
    One road is just a road

    Boots that tread from track to track
    Worn down to the sole
    One road is paved in gold
    One road is just a road

    In my Blakean year
    Temptation but a hiss
    Just a shallow spear
    Robed in cowardice

    Brace yourself for bitter flack
    For a life sublime
    A labyrinth of riches
    Never shall unwind
    The threads that bind the pilgrim’s sack
    Are stitched into the Blakean back
    So throw off your stupid cloak
    Embrace all that you fear
    For joy will conquer all despair
    In my Blakean year

    Written by Patti Smith
    © 2004 Druse Music (ASCAP)

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