Morning Rain

Have to say, the morning rain picks me as a trustee Rather often latterly, and he states the same Silly point that it’s all staged, anything we see It’s a trick of mind, he says, we just play the game With no rules and regulations, no objective judgement And it doesn’t matter much, in a grandeur scheme From our private world, we can point a little argument Like a stone thrown in the pond, splash is what it means What you have to say aboit it, laughs the morning rain I’m the one who pulls your strings, while behind the scene Actors eat McDonalds food, everyone plays tame The drops run down the windshield, the cars look shiny clean.