Free Cee As Train Said Heaven Is Over Rated
DO NOT FORGET DINNER IN HEAVEN AT SEVEN
I gazed at my image rippled by the lake
and they say I've past my prime
well i'm still the best at being a phony and a phake
while I ignore the clock but they all waste their time
baking pies and cooking dinner at seven
the family sits down and each recounts the days events
then they all imagine that there really is a heaven
despite the fact that deep inside they know none of it makes sense
the wrinkles on my face were erased by the ripples of the lake
and suddenly I was on a swing at six years old reaching for the sky
I sat there feeling saddened for the people with all those pies to bake
and although they listened intently no one ever questioned “why?”
that lake brought me comfort, knowledge and much more
it gave me the ability to stay young until I die
there are so many atrocities the dinner at seven crowds ignore
and now if you'll excuse me I don't have to bake a pie
© 2012....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~
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