What Do You Do?
What do you do?
When you can not find your shoe,
What do you do?
When the last chance you had, you just blew.
Why do we ask the questions that there are no answers to?
Why try, lie, and then as we fry in other peoples eyes we promise to sue.
It is a towering terrific trouble that we go to, to keep secrets from others.
Blabbering bumbling bouncing from story to story, to hear the thoughts of our
mothers.
If and only if they could see us in our drunken stupor, falling,
Leaving it once again to them, as we would lay our heads on their shoulder
bawling.
For them their child with love yet know that we are wrong,
I would go as far to say that to soothe us they would sing a song.
Laughing, lacking, lurching, forward we will go without a light,
Leaving what we knew, in the darkness we will fight.
What do you do?
When you can’t find the light?
What do you do?
When you can’t use your sight?
Pray!!
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