The Flow Chart
The Flow Chart I spent my life with grease-stained hands, Following lines no man commands. A truck rolls in, the engine dies, The answer's never in the cries. Check the fuel and check the spark, Follow the path through light and dark. A dead battery won't start a ride, No matter how much pride's inside. A broken wire, a cracked fuel line, Each fault revealed one step at a time. Then Rav would speak, and I would see, The same damn chart inside of me. Friend rejects friend, the ego roars, So check the heart before the doors. Can't find love? Then check your pride. Can't see truth? The self's inside. If connection fails, don't blame the ten, Go back and trace the chart again. Annul. Include. Enliven. Pray. The pathway's always been that way. The mechanic and the sage agree: Every repair starts honestly. And when the vessel's torn apart, The Creator works... through every part.