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.
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