Shallow drifting,
Then you leave this place,
You know everything too well.
Under the 8 ball,
Only reaping what one sows,
Waiting for this talent show.
I see acts of pain and joy.
With arms of astonishment in the play,
It's like a kid with a new toy.
Can you see it?
The cracks, the lines,
Are easy to read.
But they force you to wake up.
And see the humor that is life.
Does it all make sense now? |
