What good

What good is it

I am not in it

Not in everything you say 

Your not

In everything I do..

My mind is empty, my spirit dissolved 

There's nothing left 

Everything is new 

Everything is old.

Like a sponge soak it up 

Nothing to conflict 

How's it feel padre 

Who's the heretic?

All that's old is new again 

The plan has never changed 

What good is it to be like you?

To be as you are

To do as you do

In the world you have no glory 

Nothing to articulate 

Just the same old story 

Spoon fed for the plate

What good is it 

If I am's not in you?

The people seem to love it

I fear, without a clue 

Turn aside after empty things

Which cannot profit nor deliver 

Nothing is without you 

With you is the quiver.