| Ode To Forgetting |
| You pray the wheel's keep clicking And track enough's already been laid Your mind's still not made up But the decision's already been made The miles won't space it, time can't erase it But you're well aware if you don't keep moving Smiling and grooving, tiling and roofing By chance or by fate, at any rate You'll come within inches and merely just graze it And you always think it It'll sleep in the back of your head Not invading the dreams Or making you burst at the seams It won't turn you lean, or mean, or green Yet, you'll never come clean And you'll find, through rhyme and time That you'll only be rid of it when you're dead And you're not alone, all set in stone You'll hear the crickets, and buy the tickets Turn down the candy and still want to lick it To experience something, it takes more than one person Waiting in silence is the realization Cogs in a clock, atoms in matter Hit it hard enough, and it just might shatter You might cut yourself shavin' The whole world could cave in And you'll brave the grave, and enslaving pavement And you'll know right where you stand And where they stand It's funny, once you've lost all your money And worldly possesions, you then embark on the journey It'll come back, then; been where you've been And you'll hear it and see it And you'll feel it and taste it All the running and stumbling only leads you to face it Forgetting is an idea Ideas come from the head and make you think |