Do Go On

If I called you killer would you stab me in my heart?
The way is open and while you're choking
We're all waiting for the start.
And once it's spoken, the way is open
To conjoin what was apart.
And not just token, the way is open
To put the balm on where it smarts.

Pretty words are colorless but pleasing to my mind.
And if I'm joking, once it's spoken,
Pretty words seem pretty dry.
And here's a token of what was broken,
And if it makes you want to cry,
Once it's spoken, the way is open
To wash the plank out of your eye.

The iron pen,
A plastic smile,
And a conceit that defeats it all.
The higher ground
Is all the while
Outside these city walls.
But you go on and on and on...

Silly words are colorless but twisting to my tongue.
The way is open to not die choking
On a liturgy of crumbs.
And once it's spoken, the way is open
To put ice on hammered thumbs
And not just spoken, and not a token,
And you won't see it when it comes.