It's a good problem to have,
But it's a problem.
With a pen and a pad,
Do you think you could solve 'em?
How would you feel if you couldn't find answers,
To the whos and the hows and the rest of life's cancers?
I'm tired of life with its whats and its whys
Its lies and its cries,
And the daily disguise,
Of happiness and smiles.
When all the while,
No one can stand to walk this mile,
On a long dusty road, with yourself and your pack.
You'd like to change what you've done, but there's no turning back.
So keep smilin', and walkin' along,
Kickin' the dust, and singin' a song.
You're well rehearsed for every verse.
But fear creeps in, that one day you'll burst,
And maybe live a day, and act the way you really feel inside.
