predictability

open the blinds, let in the sunshine and listen to the rhyme that defines the times
it's inescapable, irreplaceable, more or less unmistakeable

preach to the kids who won't listen, show em your ice, how it glistens
the nowhere and somehow that empties itself, nothing but top shelf
wait a minute or hour or day or a lifetime, but don't waste a second
with more of the same game that shames and blames on fifteenth and main

but beyond even, the picket fence, barbed wire, stone cold wall of now
amber waves of pain beckon, seas are crossed now with a click, no more
blink, and the inescapable, irreplaceable, more or less unmistakeable
distant oceans welling up, tsunami, to wash away what doesn't belong