Andrew Calhoun

Different Now 

©2024 Andrew Calhoun 

Open your eyes, stand on your feet,
Same old world, same old street;
Same old body for praise and sign, 
The same is yours, the same is mine. 
Flow on asleep, flow on awake, 
Code of a riddle that none can break; 
Core of a story no tongue can sing— 
A secret raised on weary wings.
And God knows how, since God knows when, 
It's been what it is, been what it's been; 
But it's gonna be different now. 

If you could speak, if you could grieve, 
It's all that you can do to breathe; 
Each day a case of open shut,
And wake another day—to what?
I walk alone, you walk alone, 
As all the living walk alone; 
By morning light, all are made known, 
In falling shadow, all is one. 
And God knows how, since God knows when 
It's been what it is, been what it's been; 
But it's gonna be different now.