The world, it seems, has no rythym or rhyme
All finally lost in the perception of time.
Reality, gone, all reason dispersed
With gravity seemingly, wrongly reversed,
Where has gone the judgement I yearn,
The morals I know, the values I've learned?
Where can they be, all knowledge within,
So scattered away I know not where to begin.
I seem to lack an idea or two,
My memory fades, I haven't a clue.
The world is spinning now, out of control,
I must stop this madness, how I do not know.
This is what happens when you decide
To put the contents of Bacardi inside.
The world, it seems, has no rythym or rhyme
All finally lost in the perception of time.
Copyright 2003
