Observational Ramblings
Dead laughter Scores nightmares of Happily Never Afters With a couple o' one-way tickets down a road to disaster Still I feel like I've been falling faster My brain started feeling like pancake batter Fire strains, mixing flower with confectionery shatter And now I feel my pulse fading to the background amongst a room full of chatter Idle prattle of grazing sheeple and social cattle Pure bred stallions awaiting their leather saddles Typical setbacks and standstills Making volcanoes out of anthills, Powersaws out of windmills I'm not a liar, nor a lover But I still live for cheap thrills And still catch myself daydreaming by my windowsills