To John

[The first complete song Iíve written in
Bob Gibsonís first Songwriting Workshop]

Chrome and crystal, wood and glass,
A view of the city is what you have won.
Prison or castle, peace or harassment?
What does it all mean to you, John?

When you were young, you dreamed of a ranch.
You took long walks with the air on your face.
You wanted to work only for one small branch
Of this firm that now holds you in tight embrace.

Where is the beauty of starry nights?
Do you still see them, do you find the time?
Or has the glitter of smaller lights
Blinded your eyes to their peaceful shine?

Do you remember the way that we said
We'd run this world if it were in our hands?
Now that you take home those five-digit checks
Are you still the same person as when you made one tenth?

Is the reformer still in you?
Do you still desire to right the wrong?
Or is the Lincoln now all you pursue?
Your home in the suburbs, has it changed your song?

Please understand:  I cannot be
The way you wanted me to become.
I see many a day to be lived yet by me
On a path that's slower and that I walk alone.

Chrome and crystal, wood and glass,
A view of the city is what you have won.
Prison or castle, peace or harassment,
What does it all mean to you Ė John?

©  1974  Ingrid Heldt