Plans for today:

The grass is always greener on the other side...but you'd still have to mown it.
Might as well kick off your shoes and enjoy the ground beneath your feet.

Which way to go?

The King

Make way, make way
For the king

He carries no crown but shows his wounds like trophies
From an ancient battle no one asked him to fight

He wears his heart up his sleeve
(such a beautiful euphemism…he just can’t keep from us all that he feels inside)
And his cloak down to the ground

"Shoot him now, shoot him down”
His honesty hurts our eyes
His perseverance appalls us

Make way, make way
For the king

Cut down his dreams, bring down his house
“How dare he lead us into freedom?”