To Help Pass the Time: Part 2

But I’m alone and I think it’s a figment of my imagination 
A sad escape from the realm of real 
So I just deal with it because I lack a better remedy 

And the children giggle outside my door in the hall
There is a controversy over who will disturb me
One child shows some bravery and rings the door bell
I think to myself why disappoint I’ll play my simple role 
I stumble into the hallway and give them hell
Or more factually I just scream into thin air because no one was ever really there

Life is no picnic basket it holds more relation to a casket
You can surely bury yourself in it
We live in a time of televised wars
And soldiers dressed in their Sundays best banging on families doors
Their words are always the same “I regret to inform you your husband, father, 
son or daughter
Won’t be coming through this door anymore”
I really feel bad for that sad sap who stands there as those people’s hearts snap

I clap to a beat and scream everyone out of there seats
Oh, it’s Saturday night and there is an auditorium of people 
Their eyes lifting me up like a cup
So ladies and gentlemen tip me over and make a toast 
To the one simple thing you love the most
And I’ll toast to my schizophrenia 
For bringing you all here tonight 
So drink me down and say goodnight 
Because morning’s clean white light 
Is coming over the silhouette of the city
And I promised myself I wouldn’t let her catch me again

Copyright © William Hearn | Year Posted 2006

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