Why do we do the things we do
of all the everything under the sun
why do all those crazy things can’t ever be undone
it's beyond belief if it's not one thing it's another
between you and me don't know why I bother
sometimes we slip stumble and fall
trip tumble and fumble the ball
that's the way the cookie crumbles
why do we say the things we say
when there's everything else instead
why use such stupid words can’t ever be unsaid
until you go out on a limb you’ll never know the view
it's nice from far but far from nice
true from far yet oh so far from true
when thunder rumbles here comes the rain
no umbrella soaking wet again
that's the way the cookie crumbles
why do we choose the things we do
with all the everything else to choose
why decide on pointless wrongs can't ever hope to use
it's beyond belief if it's not one thing then it's another
and sometimes it's both why do I even bother
be it ever-so humble as if that's not all
give it the gas and the car will stall
hey that's the way the cookie crumbles
Don’t you hate it when you try to explain
And the words just won’t cooperate
You stumble and fumble, your message lost
Leaving you frustrated and irate
You had it all planned out in your mind
Each thought perfectly aligned
But when you opened up your mouth
The words got muddled and intertwined
You tried to convey your true intentions
To make yourself clear and understood
But instead, a jumble of nonsensical words
Left you feeling misunderstood
It’s like a puzzle with missing pieces
Or a song with a broken melody
You desperately try to find the right words
But they slip away, out of reach
So you shake your head in disbelief
At the mess that spilled from your lips
Wishing you could rewind and try again
To express yourself without the slips
Even when your words go astray
For in the end, what truly matters
Is the sincerity in what you try to say.
So take a deep breath, gather your thoughts Eventually your words will come out.
A man he knew himself to be,led him to wrong,
All those times he had was to calculate the expenses of personal indefinite war,
His own words got himself saddened instead of a discardable law,
Blowing wind took away his hope,
That was after a lady made him a fool he deserved not to be,
Tried to work his best out,discouragement stole his confidence to cope,
Hearing the echoe of his own strong voice in a room,he admitted the fact to be alone,
If you choose not to believe,go to his home,
It's down the road,
Storming out of realisations,time was offering him chips and honey,
But he felt caught into a living hell,
Best for him to point out his ideologies,he perceived the concept of figuring out his disgrace before a mirror,
Absolutely,he discovered he was a motivation and not dilutional.
The risen of the winter sun directed him when he afforded to follow,
And he ungripped to jealousy,accepting to lean on morrow,
Just because he was a hero,
Whose anticipations brought about a rolling billow.
Scuffling in the depths of the ghetto
Plagued by trouble
Lost in an isolated humanity
Gambling with my life playing in stubble
I fumble
A promise of vengeance
For my non-deliverance
Reality is my craziness
Apprehended by my silliness
I crumble
Desolation following me to oblivion
Self-destruction swallowed into this situation
Delusional from the inhalation
I stumble
Columbus did not
credit himself with finding
Our America
Who then first said this?
Was politics part of game?
Columbus no blame!
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