Analytical Study
There isn’t much truth to life, Not much of a secret or even a lie. Life is rather hollow once you analyze it And pick it apart; Not at all like a delicious salad that had been made Of various ingredients from the freshest produce. In a very analytical since, Life is very much the end of us, Without any great execution.
We mourn and we cry; And then we mourn and cry some more. Carefully, we address each other in some foreign speech, That none of us really understand But fake the truth just for publicities sake. Sisters sit in silence, As older brothers declare their bravery. It’s really sad once you know the whole story; The family will never be the same.
Eventually, years will come to pass And no one will really recall the cause of such a fight, But we are all pretty aware that this doesn’t matter. We will still fight and argue, Constantly trying to learn who is the better. We judge the other and size them up, Weighing our outcomes with no calculator. What’s the meaning to our down fall? Just one or two misunderstandings.
Forget it, we can’t go back yesterday. Let’s try again tomorrow.
Ja ne.
Captain Bloo · Mon Nov 13, 2006 @ 03:00am · 1 Comments |