There are people there—hard-nosed stares, from their chairs—advisers telling you how things work.
“Now listen here,” They explain, “I get your pain…”
“You’re in a funk, your life’s just junk.”
“But I have great knowledge I will share. Work with me, if you dare.”
“All I need is your time—a few dimes—then you’ll be better off.”
And you think, They’ve more credentials than me, they must know
How to make my life more purposeful.
There are people there—selling wares, on the air—hawkers telling you how things work.
“Now listen here,” They command, “The way it stands…”
“What you possess. None have less.”
“But I have great products I will share. Buy from me, if you care.”
“All I need is a sec—a few cheques—then you’ll be better off.”
And you think, They’ve more possessions than me, they must know
How to make my life more abundant.
There are people there—fawning care, on the square—politicians telling you how things work.
“Now listen here,” They implore, “I know the score…”
“We’re in a hole, truth be told.”
“But I’ve great ideas I will share. Without your help, they’ll disappear”
“All I need is your vote—a few notes—then you’ll be better off.”
And you think, They’ve more influence than me, they must know
How to make my life more meaningful.
There are people there—worrisome airs, up the stairs—tycoons telling you how things work.
“Now listen here,” They demand, “I’ve got a plan…”
“There’s too much work, my staff are jerks.”
“But I’ve a great venture I will share. Join my firm, we’re on a tear.”
“All I need is your labour—I’ll pay you later—then you’ll be better off.”
And you think, They’ve more wealth than me, they must know.
How to make my life more rewarding.
And the odd thing is…
You place your faith in people who
Have no potion, no magic too
It’s all because, to make life better
The power for change
Resides in you.
