i wish my maze couldn't be solved by you
i wish i could recognize when i'm feeling blue
but hope persists! when you expect the least
i can't help but feel you've prepared the feast
i know you're wary of catching feeling
i know you can't tell this orange is peeling
i won't ask, unless you tell me
i feel so ready to whoop you in melee
light rains lick at swift feet that fly
(i wish my Goddess din't have to cry)
the days grow old as my bones grow weary
i'll never submit to the void of siri
my heart races and soars as i pound the drum
i'm so glad that my brain has gone so numb
physically speaking, i'm quite flexible
i'm more than just a silly collectible
this mental olympics, a beautiful game we play
until the sun sizzles out and the sky goes gray -
hear me, big boy, this is far from over
i like what i see, now that i'm finally sober.
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