Tuesday, March 31, 2009

Catharsis 07/28/86

A funny thing happened on the way to the beach
I realized that you were far out of reach
And as I was lying in the hot hot sand
I thought about the problems that were at hand
The waves were too big and the sun was cold
All the young people lying there were getting old
In 20 years I won't come to this place
For fear that I might see your face
So why do I bother living now?
When I know I'll die someday anyhow
I hide my eyes behind my shades
I hide my intelligence behind my grades
And people don't see the anguish here
They don't feel the sadness that they're standing near
I can't stop thinking about my death and the end
Will there be flowers left to send?
Countries war for reasons they forget
People hate each other they haven't met
Deciding my fate on a split decision
These are men who rely on religion
You'll be running round trying to say good bye to your friends
But there won't be time for you to make amends
Soon you realize it ain't a dream
Things really are as bad as they seem
And you still don't get calls from your friends
The rules in friendship sometimes bend
So you lie in the dirt
Or is it sand?
Soak in the rays
A cancerous tan
And you cry a few tears
And you waste a few years

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