Interlude

The other night
While I was uh researchin' what were goin' to be discussin' today
I came across a passage in a book that um
I think it uh really simplifies
What the human administrative is talkin' about
And I learned that all things must come to an end
It is an inevitable part of the cycle of resistance
All things must conclude

Take the analogy of a tree that grows in Brooklyn
Among the steel and the concrete
With all its glorious branches and leaves
One day it too will pass on its legacy
Through the seeds it dropped to the ground
And as the wind carries these seeds throughout wherever they might move
A new life will begin for each one of them
As they stand as a monument to the one that came before
That came before that came before
That came before that came before