It’s a strange old world and a lifelong struggle,
And the whispering winds shall do nothing but carry me to solitude,
Where’s the drug I need to survive?
When nothing else is left I will expose my soul to those I oppose
Screaming in silence, always unheard,
What more to do but sit and stare and wonder why…just wonder, why?
Meaningless words tumble out, never a thought from the heart,
Little follies in a world of confusion that, in time, makes it all worthwhile
Questions always unanswered and dreams left untouched,
Journey to my destination now seems so long so winding
Empty souls all around, does anyone know what they want??
And in the end here we are, all in a life where meaning makes no sense and everything is just a feeling.
Vix and Paul
xxx