Who am I and why am I here I won...
Der? What if there is no answer really
Or I make something up that's just for fun?
My eyes are gone, I see nothing clearly
Anymore... April fool's my only guide,
So many people younger than me now
A second or two more and we can hide
And when we are discovered take a bow.
So who am I and why am I not him?
And why do all my thoughts go round and round?
And why am I susceptible to whim?
Why care for these sweet things that I have found?
So many questions swirling in my head,
Perhaps it's time to stop and go to bed.
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