There is only nothing
There is not a something
For all is lost in this one thing.
Well parallel
To this hell
I’ve felt
Is me fighting, well
I’d rather not dwell
To tell.
You, how life isn’t very swell
The dream of the world
With plentiful diamonds and pearls
But what for
For they wouldn’t be worth
So much
But
If we had just
An abundance of crops
And each lad
Had a spoon and he were glad
and For society hadn’t gone mad
Just a little angry
Just call your dad
And ask him to sang the
Psalm song so calm to the crowd situated on the lawn.
Folding chairs and tables and the band will play till dawn
And the frogs in the pond will sing along
Next you turn to the right
Ask how we got this far in spite
Of no lessons
For blessings come in the essence of these testings.
A beautiful struggle
In the cubicle cuddled
Up in the corner , born to see trouble.
Well I mourn all my brothers
Scorn for myself
Help one another
Fight to discover
In spite of people passing to the other.
New meanings
New dreaming
It’s a brilliant gleaming
A billion directions
Life goes round and round, beaming.
Infinity connections.
Life has no sound, like no rhythmic cryptic encryption.
I’m not saying there’s no way out
But in no way. Am I paying to get my way back in
Filthy sayings must be inspired by sin.
Well to wrap it up. I laugh enough. Say Some sappy stuff. Other days crappy enough. But I’m happy I just…