Absent Minded
Life
I'd love to tell you that
the meaning to all this mess
is merely understanding
and send you well upon your way
I'd hate to tell you that the
reason for all your stress
is merely compassion
because you might take it the wrong way
I'd fear to tell you that the
purpose for all these tests
is merely familiarity
and challenge you to steal another day
I'd strive to tell you that the
secrets left to confess
are right in front of you
but you forget yo look there everyday
I'd try to tell you that the
world remains an open stage
and we are in essence actors
with a purpose so greatly beautiful
that we have hidden it away
the meaning to all this mess
is merely understanding
and send you well upon your way
I'd hate to tell you that the
reason for all your stress
is merely compassion
because you might take it the wrong way
I'd fear to tell you that the
purpose for all these tests
is merely familiarity
and challenge you to steal another day
I'd strive to tell you that the
secrets left to confess
are right in front of you
but you forget yo look there everyday
I'd try to tell you that the
world remains an open stage
and we are in essence actors
with a purpose so greatly beautiful
that we have hidden it away
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Life
Life
