When Your Cover is Blown

Hobnobbin’ with a dangerous crew
No time to worry, too much to do
Makin’ my way through a forest of time
Direction might slip and turn on a dime

It’s reading like a story in a news magazine
Telling me my brain is a guessing machine
Should I cut loose or go with the flow
There’s just so much I’ll never know

Trusting the moment, it’s hard to say
It might be how I live through the day
All those tomorrows might never come
And I’ll still wonder where I came from

It’s already open there’s no place to hide
The boys with the flags always question my pride
Too late for asking—too soon to beg
I’ll sit right here on this powder keg

The truth to some can be a lie to most
To see naked truth is like seeing a ghost
Take it or leave it, we’re all on our own
Just stand up tall when your cover is blown

Yeah, stand up tall when your cover is blown
Take it or leave it, we’re all on our own
To see truth naked is loving a ghost
A lie to some but the truth to most.

(green flash photo: author)

About Jim Stewart

Writer at Butt in Chair
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4 Responses to When Your Cover is Blown

  1. Debra says:

    I’d love to hear this with the music I’m just sure you composed to go with it! If not, then do! 🙂

  2. Jim Stewart says:

    I did a quick little recording with my ukulele. I’ll private message it to you on FB.

  3. Swinged Cat says:

    Great poem, but I’m even more impressed that you were able to capture the elusive green flash!

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