Mimicry

When I analyze the lyrics I see everything that the world mimics It’s the easiest of diagnostics That unravels the mystery of these mystics How we tamper with the sacred relics Cutting and stitching tapestries from solid fabrics Watching while your hearing wastes Numbing nourishment out of your tastes You try to keep up and so forsake your rest Stretched to the limit, you have no zest And you wither in the haste For at high cost you copy and paste Who lived well if not your fathers before you With timeless counsel they try to hand you But the old gold you trade for the new dew The rich color you trade for a pale hue Forfeiting and sidestepping blessings well due And then flood your tears on the pew As the world pulls its strings It matters what a man sings If about worldliness and things Onto the strangling cords he clings If to God his longing, belonging and belongings Then he is one among priests and kings K. Muitherero