| About life I dunno, Will it hit me like a hard snow? Will it be my foe? Of these things, I do not know. Maybe I will never understand life. Will it cut me open like a knife? Why do I ask? In confussion I bask. I sit here shrouded in a mask, and drink from a flask. I plan to set out to acheive the task, the task at hand. The words to me, sound bland. I write out my words in the sand, Maybe I should go out and play with a band? Maybe perform at the show. What of the world, baby, do I know? I shrug my shoulders and answer : “I dunno.” |