One More Time and One More Chance for Reason ( or Machiavelli and His Little Little Helpers)

1

Often times I sit outside and wonder

Meditate on songs of birds and men

Other times I sit alone and shudder

Empty like frail jars of procelain

Sometimes hold my breath and sink right under

Drowning / Swimming slowly....now and then...

2

No one really seems to want to hear me

And sometimes people simply never call

And when I'm heard, my words are never proper

I set you up, but never make you fall

So, Many people often call me Jesus

And Many people often call me Saul

But if I were the former or the latter

I truly just might want to save us... one and all