What brings you friendship.
When there’s no peace?
What brings you happiness,
When you need everything?
What will you do,
When you lose everything else?
What will you do,
When you have less and less…
This cycle of fear,
When will it ever end?
(btw I’m not depressed or anything I wrote this two years ago)
I’m being chased by a car,
And I need to get far.
A cheetah is coming after me,
Will I survive? Oh, gee.
Now its a bull right behind,
Charging at me, it’s outta its mind.
Not getting out, whelp,
I so badly need help!
Now it’s a big hungry dog,
Oops, and now I tripped on a log.
I am gonna die,
Right here, where I lie.
Guess what, now it’s a tiny cat,
And it wants to snuggle on my lap!
Gina the guitarist had a really fun job,
To play music for the people so there would be no angry mobs.
But once Gina said that she would play no more,
She waited for the angry groups to come right through the door.
“Why, why, why did you leave us this way?”
All the people said all throughout the day.
But Gina just replied,
“At least you haven’t died!”
So all the angry mobs dissipated,
Waiting for the ones that they most hated.
Gina the guitarist lost her role,
‘Cus all her opportunities fell in the bowl.
Yet, all the people survived,
Not even that, they just thrived.
So they kicked Gina out,
With a shout,
To never, ever, return.
To herself, Gina said, “That burns!”
With the water spinning around a spike,
Comes the fish called the pike.
With the hills that are steep,
Comes the bleating of the sheep.
With the mountains tall and high,
Comes the cloud shapes in the sky.
And with the breeze that swirls above,
Comes love.
Little by little,
Your years slip away,
And you become older,
just a fact to say,
But the joy of it is,
You have more bliss,
When your children have children it makes a
happier you,
That is the fact that is the most true.
If Life is boring, or if it’s sweet,
No one knows what it means,
But anyway, as you can see,
PLEASE GO AWAY, I NEED TO SLEEP!