I sit at my computer creating verse
Been doing just this for seems ages
Spending massive my amounts of time
Within my mind endless as if pages
I love good conversation but no soul
Ever calls with time upon the hand
And if so it's more like chatter box
Endless teromology I don't understand
Good once more as the race of chatter
Gone and silece creeps back slowly so
I adore constructive conversation but
Their minds don't seem to as if know
Only an open mind ever learns anything
Or one that wants to know more of life
Few callers ever sit chat of anything
And conversation does'nt like my wife
So I study yet more of past and predent
Though the present scares me thus to say
Their big game of one impressing others
Religions politics amother passing day
Can't recall good conversations enjoyed
Thirsts for knowedge come what ever may
My years of study been gone forever more
Waiting like a last good guy to pass away
With voices of a scaldered cat they sing
Karioki to drive the dead still insane
If I was where I come from with my car
I'd fill it up and go chase outback rain
Just two ith wine and some conversation
Along a river or in a comfy big old chair
With a soul that wanted to learn a little
Of life would be beyond all of compare
But where I am they'll talk all day long
And the candle of life never burns thus so
Don't think there's two they never knew
Alone again and out of there I'm soon to go
I love a little constructive conversation
But where I am that's to them wasting time
A country full of of just not interested
Back to my computer another documentry fine