It's all about balance the old man said as he swigged on his tea and powered on the lathe He said life's about patience just like it's about forgiveness
Yet it's about adaptation and being prepared to act with a vengeful swiftness
And if lonely begins where restless ends and faith it just begins and ends with reason Should you find yourself lonesome or in doubt you're already rich with opportunity and then some
With intention he worked and unraveled his brain
And I got the impression that audience or not he'd have talked all the same
But he looked my way, to be sure I was listening
And as he did I saw knots of pine begin to downright glisten
He said when searching for answers you can look high or low
But rarely do you come across someone who actually knows
For to know absolute truth is just to claim ignorance and absolute ignorance is something you can never reclaim
So if you could teach one to know you think you could teach them to go on and forget all the same?
So you can spend all your money on college books and running free
Or you can hide from your pain and blame your pin for the whiskey
But at the end of the day, then he paused to slow the lathe
He said the original poets speak of their healing living water held in ancient jars of clay
And while I do believe in it's power and respect for one's own deity
Based on stagnation alone I guess I'd have to doubt it's clarity
But then again I guess no one really asked me
Then he removed his work of art and set it before me with a thud
And sighed, but if they did I'd say it's all 'bout near clear as mud
