And the Author is unknown
I envision that he lives in
A cabin on a mountain all alone
And he constantly
Paces back and forth
Mustering up new ways
To knock life off its course
And the days that he feels pain
We feel it too
The days he is enraged
We start a war without a clue
Of our motive
Bodies turning blue
No commotion
And he wonders why
Along side me and you
Or maybe that's just my excuse
For when I'm feeling down
My eccentric myth of reason
Why you're not around
My prescription
To sleep safe and sound
My religion of this
"cat and mouse"
Or maybe it's the guilt
That godforsaken guilt I get
When I lay down my head to rest
I can't clear my head
Life is a book And the Author is unknown I envision that he lives in A cabin on a mountain all alone And he constantly Paces back and forth Mustering up new ways To knock life off its course And the days that he feels pain We feel it too The days he is enraged We start a war without a clue Of our motive Bodies turning blue No commotion And he wonders why Along side me and you Or maybe that's just my excuse For when I'm feeling down My eccentric myth of reason Why you're not around My prescription To sleep safe and sound My religion of this "cat and mouse" Or maybe it's the guilt That godforsaken guilt I get When I lay down my head to rest I can't clear my head Explain Request ×
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