The Life
This whole wide world, I’m so deeply embarrassed
Not to mention the past, but I’m thinking of the rest.
May be I was too harsh to myself, or others were..
Don’t know what to write as lines, but I’m keeping it rare.
With my bare hands here……….
Sometimes in life, we face the contortion of side.
We’re not alone, who facing the prize.
The prize of being nice, It is
The way to get away, far away…
But life gives no chances, to
To escape from The big scene….
I wonder it all, I wander alone,
Thinking of home, reached Rome.
Treating like a swine, I ain’t gnome.
Pretty sure that God is somewhere sitting on, ON
And keeping eye on us, to speak in chorus,
Making life a bit rude, it’s the way to forest….
Don’t go this way, we’re not away
From the path of being life sway…
I feel bad for all who get this gotta lay…
On my behalf I turn my eyes on being betrayed.
We’re talking about LIFE man,,, No clue, no bet to say.
I don’t wanna keep this feeling,,
I just want to be free and happy…
Cleaning the mess around the world..
No intention being creepy…
Try hard and bellow loud…
So I could make myself crystal in this crowd…..
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