Thoughts are once again blowing,
in the decadence of nothing,
the body is decaying,
coughing and smoking,
music always musing, I'm writing down the words I'm thinking,
but little is there to express feelings
of life's torturing.
Its the day of birth today
and as the mind works
it brings me to the essence of dying,
oh sweet lord what a nuisance
this organism i have grown to be is,
i am nothing more than a blind amphibian,
plebeian thoughts of who or not is existing,
life's meandering ways,
paths iv been walking,
poison iv been drinking,
rotting in what i should of be sleeping,
eating what i should of been discarding,
dying when i should have been living,
working when i should have folded hands for preying,
washing away dirt that keeps on a keeping,
Iv heard people talk about the way the tree bends
and how it should inspire,
iv heard people say all roads lead to nowhere,
iv heard that the answers are blowing in the wind,
but it all don't mean nothing does it?,
its all psychobabble
ramblings from ramblers,
talking from talkers,
they ask questions but I'm not a great answerer,
who am i to say what it all means?,
whats too separate the green from the brown?,
the leaves from the trees,falling too the ground.
All i know is this world ain't going to slow,
on it axis it will spin round,
until the final day i shall sit here,
and il be happy when I'm home and bound.
