Wavelengths
What the h I am doing?
Don't know
I just know that I do the opposite of what I say
You can never catch me doing anything anyway
as I would do nothing
And that is just the way I like it
Dream on tune on
Life is a wasting
What are you trying anyway?
Life is a believing?
What are you up to anyway?
I won't try
I won't say
I won't do
Just let it come
I'll see how it comes
if it's by my doing
It's better not
'cause I can't be reliable
predictable, certainable
as I only let you down
I can't be held for my actions
as I am changeable
Are you happy, are you not?
So I do something right
But it isn't always up to me
It's up to the Man upstairs
And He is not talking
Or is He?
Listen to the wind
You may hear your own whisper
"Come closer and I'll tell you a secret
I am not made out of me
But of me and you"
There - satisfied?
Keep watching
And reading
Not in the news
But in the air
- wavelengths
Yeah
That's how you measure it
Hold on
Copyright © Toquyen Harrell | Year Posted 2015
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