I cannot help but stop and look but never finding happiness if any
Maybe a day or two I have stumble upon. So....
Why would i think the days are many?
Our days are numbered yes it's true
I cannot help but stop and look at difficult periods.
wondering if these times are troublesome. But it's easier to pretend not have a clue
When I think of all this pain and all that has shifted
I think of world and those who are truly gifted
I think of the present
The long gone
Think of the future but
That the one and only thing that I keep thinking of is the misery that follows this fool.