Thursday, September 3, 2009

Muddy Shoes

To give meaning
To the words I'm screaming
Is asking to much of a simple mind.
For this I'm sure
I will never find the cure
So I'll do my best to be kind.

Love.
Hate.
The first I try to demonstrate
While the later is knocking on my front door.

Nothing matters in this thing
Called Reality
It isn't real
But only for the time being.
So lets pretend
That we are all pretend
And you'll understand
My view and life's appeal.

Next step
Two steps later
My feet are swollen
My head is light
Lost thoughts
Is where they all end up

So tell me baby
Why am I so crazy
When the things I think
I know
I trust
Mean as much
As the mud on my shoes.

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