Post by moonwick on Jan 27, 2007 21:50:05 GMT -5
I don't hold stock in much at all.
I dream great dreams and wake up cold.
I run for miles and get nowhere.
I only do what I am told.
I look right through the looking glass,
and see things on the other side.
I fall before my heart can jump
and fail to soar, though I have tried.
Don't tell me that's the way it is;
I'd like to think Life's something more
than just a place to pass the time
until Death knocks upon my door.
I've had enough! This misplaced hope
is getting too far out of hand.
I've nothing to complain about,
and I can never understand
just why I think I've got it bad
when others suffer worse than this.
I'm fed and warm and still alive;
just thirsty for the things I miss.
I dream great dreams and wake up cold.
I run for miles and get nowhere.
I only do what I am told.
I look right through the looking glass,
and see things on the other side.
I fall before my heart can jump
and fail to soar, though I have tried.
Don't tell me that's the way it is;
I'd like to think Life's something more
than just a place to pass the time
until Death knocks upon my door.
I've had enough! This misplaced hope
is getting too far out of hand.
I've nothing to complain about,
and I can never understand
just why I think I've got it bad
when others suffer worse than this.
I'm fed and warm and still alive;
just thirsty for the things I miss.