Please Mr. Nichols come back inside the window
I can’t promise you anything, but I trust that there is far greater reason

to live

I know you’ve become disheartened and disillusioned by the current

state of affairs

Your stocks are falling, your investments have failed you
The man from whom you took orders has been ordered to jail by his and

your subordinates

You question what is this world coming to
What is the profit margin when you’re forced to pander to the

marginalized

Where’s the glory you dreamt of as a child..
Dressed as a cowboy, your play gun pointed at real targets
Your mother, holding her tongue as your father consoles her with the

words..

“it’s just boy stuff”

Well
You joined his fraternity, you grew into his old suits
You acquired his beliefs, you embodied his dreams and with them his

oversights.

How long did you think it would last?
It’s just a matter of time.
The world is far from over.

Look...
Your mother outlives your father,
Your sister outlives your brother.
And if you jump from this window today..
She’ll also outlive you.
Look at her, sitting in her midwestern home, tuned into Oprah once

again

Today, she learns to meditate on a second-hand couch.
Meanwhile, you stand outside this window
Twelve stories above the ground
One story remaining untold...

You contemplate the setting sun,
Unaware of your disorientation.
Dis-orient: turned away from the east.
The shifting current seems to conspire against you.

Mr. Nichols, you fail to see that you’ve always stood outside of this

window, perched on the threshold of oblivion.

Countless man made stories above the truth
For so long you’ve stood facing the setting sun
Mistaking the complimentary unified duality of nature as being right or

wrong

Good or evil
God or devil
Mr. Nichols instead of stepping from this ledge into the downfall of your

up rise

Why not just turn around
Lessen the intensity of your western glare and face the rising sun
Note the energy swirling from its center
How it illumines us all and only the birds fly first class...

There is your inheritance!
The warmth of a kiss
Invest your tongue into the mouth of mystery
Allow her breath to seep into your lungs and surrender to her touch and

guidance

There’s no other way
Your dreams of dominance will only help you forsake yourself
While your family continues its search for understanding
And your daughters outlive your sons...

Coldcut - Mr Nichols