Don't ask...
Current mood: fruggybooty
"Sung to the tune of the paradiddle"
We sit all alone
be it in groups or not
searching for answers and
failing every quiz
Longing comes and goes
pulling at our masks
differences begging to become
what similarity rarely is.
Opportunity never knocks
I've heard it once or twice
days pass us by
we take it all in strife.
Players never win
and losers always cry
women and children first
and death beats out life.
Lazy grains of salt
over shoulders tossed
wishing wells run dry
and shooting stars pass
Luck never is
the numbers that we pick
and hope is a lie
when winners finish last.
We gather sticks and stones
and break down names
call it like it is
pretending not to be
Paper cuts rock
and scissors rust away
and sound waves still float
when no one's there to see
So ask me a question
I promise not two lies
subtracting the difference
read between the line
The chicken came first
beating out the egg
clouds are just fluff
except for number nine.
"Bye bye ether"
