Lushes Foolish

One may consider the rantings of the precious times in our lives
At the same time one can ponder to pan left or to pan right
But if an individual were to care of a path that they may take
One may never comprehend the desired effects they try to make
We are born to lead a life knowing
that our guidance in forever growing-
slowly changing, evolving, rearranging
So that never are we doing the same things
Upon times like these that are upon us,
two days before a full moon
Harvest your thoughts in a cradle of comfort
And let the future realize the new
And as final writings exist, on the pages of Uncle Sam
I speak in terms that only the foolish lushes can understand