Mystery To Me
Mystery to Me
Why are there so many mysteries in life?
Why am I me and not working for the KGB?
I can’t ever remember why the sky is blue
Or why the dinosaur is not around anymore.
Then I’ve been told facts I never really believed,
I heard often that stress makes one old and gray,
It’s bad luck to enter, then leave thru a different door,
An acorn at the window will keep the lightning away,
And bulls are really colorblind. I think that’s for sure
I know I believe my birthday wishes may all come true
Now it’s a real mystery to me why I even feel like I do.
If life is short and sweet, why do people get out early?
Someone must think life is long, but I don’t know who.
I’m a neurotic in a hurry, slowed down by a river of cars
Hoping to have all the mysteries solved here and on Mars.
If we see gray much more than we see black and white
Than why is hate getting stronger and into public view?
Because there’s more information today than ever,
Are we learning more of what is wrong and not true?
Copyright © Andrew Battaglino | Year Posted 2017
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