Thoughts

Once upon a younger year When all our worries never appeared We would go out to play Come along our older years Our worries started to reappear And our probloms where here to stay In a certain age Not so long ago to say I would think everyday Whey are we here today? I would think for hours and hours Till I started to get it together Then I would feel okay Then I met a wise man Who told me the story of sand But it didn't seem so great I started to feel crazy I must have been lazy Cause I couldn't get the work done straight Then I found out it's a maze You have to find the way out To full complete what life is about So I guess the story of sand was okay And you don't have to be a sage...