The Candidate - Michael Nesmith

Half the world concerned

With a slightly tarnished masterpiece

Hoping to return

As the once forgotten culture thief

Lying on its side

The stately vessel now replete

With harbingers of peace

Telling lies

Waiting at the door

With a stance secure in second thoughts

Overlooking signs

Of the spiritual bereavement’s cost

Trying to arrive

At a destination that they’ve lost

To ignorance

Which winks at them and smiles

Listen well

The patience of the people soon will end

Time will tell

As the melting of your plastic smile begins

Sailing ships of state

And ignoring navigation laws

Through the sea of man

The captains mad with power pause

And congratulate themselves

On the virtuous and noble cause

Which must surely save the world

And alter time