The Fable of the Three Brothers
(or, a story without a moral)
Of three brothers the oldest one left
through the road to discover and create,
and to never make mistakes or err
he traveled wide awake and very focused
on the ground on which he tread.
He walked like this for so long
that his neck was never straight again
and he became a slave to caution,
and grew old, wanting to go far
with his shortsightedness.
Hey, hey, hey… the eye that doesn’t look far does not help the feet.
Hey, hey, hey… listen to this and tell me, what do you think?
—
Of three brothers the middle one left
through the road to discover and create,
and to never make mistakes or err
he traveled wide awake and very focused
on the horizon at all times.
But this smart boy couldn’t see
the stone, the hole that trampled his feet
and he wallowed in the ground
and grew old, wanting to go far
to where he never got.
Hey, hey, hey… the eye that doesn’t look down also can’t see.
Hey, hey, hey… listen to this and tell me, what do you think?
—
Of three brothers the youngest one left
through the road to discover and create,
and to never make mistakes or err
he kept one pupil up
and another on his feet.
And he made it down the road the farthest,
an eye on the road and one on what was to come
but when it came time to summarize
his mind was forever lost
between the here and the there.
Hey, hey, hey… an eye on everything doesn’t even know what it sees.
Hey, hey, hey… listen to this and tell me, what do you think?
