Transcendence

So much to be written, yet so little to say Confusion that only life itself can take away Saviour transcending from the stars, Mesmerised by the material world Mesmerised as he improvises life Squandered youth it makes me cry Old mans time is bound to fly One man changes as the days go by, Wishing he was something else until he dies From the cradle to the grave I was born to be saved An easy life, is a life that’s lost A good man dying, hanging on a cross Sometimes you win, sometimes you don’t Just because she doesn’t love you Doesn’t mean that she won’t It’s all a game so those that frown, Put up all the pins and then knock them down Time says your losing and you can’t win Well set your watch backwards, And never give in So much to say, but it’s not on my mind Speaking the truth is seeing for the blind Life is set, yet not defined So take your chance, And take what you can find Dogs will fight and dogs will die, The cancer and a maniac still make us cry All along the rules the same, There ain’t no damn complaining In the dying game To live is die and it’s a crying shame, The winner is a fool in the losing game Called life With all that’s said it makes me wonder why There’s so much to be written, yet so little to say Written March 11th, 2002 © on Mar 11 2002 04:32 AM PST   10 • 0