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
That’s the way the cookie crumbles
Heads or tails, either way we lose
Fears and desires, make us tumble
Thwarted by ego spawned ruse
Born free, we imprison ourself
That’s the way the cookie crumbles
Thus aphorism ‘know thyself’
Be now still, ceasing to grumble
Drawn to illusions, we stumble
Endless craving, desirous spree
That’s the way the cookie crumbles
The void of silence, sets us free
To rhythm divine, heart gyrates
No longer bumble and fumble
Love beckons; for who do we wait
That’s the way the cookie crumbles
30-July-2021
The past is always perfect
The future, always best
The present, we, neglect
We speak of happiness
We talk of better days
And wait for better times
We wish our lives away
Then find, we can’t rewind
We look back on our moments
With a biased recollection
Forgetting all components
A fraction of a section
But this is how it goes
The way the cookie crumbles
A truth, I’ve come to know
A fact, on which, I stumbled
Jungles like company,
both parents want custody,
the elderly needs an accompany,
I am reluctantly,
withering away in the upcountry.
Snow burns my throat,
I use up a lot of time on my remote,
I know I have someone to devote.
All this conflict ,
will predict,
a passage way through the jungle,
a nice person for you to stumble,
across.
Remember people practice daily loss
of emotion or ambition;
a burned out ignition;
or a life-depending mission.