What Could It Be
Like a splinter in the brain
It drives you insane
Must wait like the coming of a train
Don't go fast, cause it might past your lane
Maybe I should wait for the second coming
But who knows when that will be?
The arrival of the blessed three
Or maybe I will know when the reaper retrieves me with his scythe
O well I guess I will never know the answer to the greatest question
The meaning of life
Copyright © Freddy Francois | Year Posted 2010
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