These Last Days - Roy Harper

These last days, I’ve never known in so many ways

Looking around me, I realise I’ve found me ablaze

In the peace, deep in the soul of someone who sees

That no revolution, no new solutions could ease

We might have to take the world the way we made it

It seems we have to find a fight

Though some of us ain’t satisfied with less than any Universe

I’m not sure that any side is right

Any side is just a passing figment of mind

Made up of folks disillusioned and frightened inside

In the main, we steer the easy course around pain

Wars to end wars are like laws to end scars, they’re insane

Sweet anarchy, always so real and peaceful to be

Moment by moment for facing the world honestly

We might have to take the world the way we made it

It seems there ain’t no turning back

Though some of us ain’t satisfied with less than any Universe

Well, Hell, I’ll have to go along with that 'cause I’ve got mine

I’ve got mine, these last days