Funny

Funny is the only way I can describe it
The way I find myself as I sit
The way I run in circles and yet keep on going
The way my dream slips away and fears start growing
Keeping my mind as sharp as a steel knife
While finding the balance in this life 

I know that life is short and I will end up dead
But I know that there is much more ahead
But isn’t it funny how this tiny world turns
How the old forgets what the young learns
How the good guys never seem to win
How money causes people to live by sin

I often worry about what people think about me
I also worry about what the people see
I worry about my job and about school
I even sometimes worry about looking like a fool
I find it funny that worrying is all I do
As I try to find a way to my dream, which I pursue  

Funny how I spend most of my time thinking about love
I have a lot from my family and even a bit from above
I share a lot with many different friends as well
Yet my heart is always locked in a prison cell
I wonder why it’s that type of love I can’t find
Isn’t it funny that I’m the guy that gets left behind

Copyright © Justin Rink | Year Posted 2007

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