Life is what it is.
Everyone passes the quiz from dunce to wiz.
No paper no pencil just the gifts and the crazy.
One in the same, says the cat to the grave.
From the bride to the crave
till the night stays to long
and the battle lines are drawn wrong.
The time of the rise comes
and in that the finality is won.
Same old song, all day long
and the right and the wrong
becomes the right and the left
as your feet move along
as we dance to the song of the pied piper.
Can as we might,
we can not fight,
the nature of the beast
and the I that is am.
