Well, I’ve been down this travelled road,
I’ve wandered left and right.
Well, now I leave the trail blazin’
Cuz I’ve lit that fire inside.
And I’m on the search for something real,
Something I can feel.
Something I can hold on to believe in.
And this air I breathe, given as a gift for me indeed.
So I inhale it deep,
and let out a sweet sight of relief.
Hmmm. ahhhhhhh.
Ooooooo, ahhhhhh.
Lalalalalala.
Lalalalalala.
And stupendously stupid, if you should come to the disbelief,
Of the brilliance of this right here,
blue and green little sphere.
So, ohhh, ohhh, whoooaoaoa.
I got one question for you.
Ohhh, ohhhh, whoooooaaoa.
How do you do?
Whoohaoaoao, doin’ fine, I hope you are too.
Whooahaoaoa… welcome to the lives we choose.
And the complication of these situations,
They build spiderwebs in us.
So to simplify all the tanglings of the mind,
I find’s a must.
And the intricacy between you and me,
They build barriers between us.
So like a TV screen,
Be careful who you trust.
And I’ve tried and I’ve failed.
Lord, knows, I’ll try again and again and again.
Despite all the times I tried and failed,
In spite of that, here I am to rise again.
Soooo, whoaoaoa, whoooaoa.
I got one question for you.
Whoahohoaha.
How do you do?
Whoahahahaha, Welcome to the lives we choose.
Whahaooahaooa, good luck to both me and you.
By Henry Hendrix, age 24