You may think I'm crazy I can assure you I'm not But if things seem peculiar And I'm sort of in a spot Its not because I chose to be weird Its all part of the game
His mind was like a lonely wild, murmuring like a harp amongst the trees. Like a great tune to which the planets roll, his words gave a curious satisfaction, as when a coin, tested, rings true gold
she had eyes like limpid pools in shadow, Her face like a light She danced like a flower in the wind, Her gracefulness ever so slight. Then she was gone like a glow on the cloud at the close of day, gone astray like a sheep that is lost
That heavy sinking feeling in your chest When you find out something that you really didn't want to know It's almost like your mind just delivered a lethal blow To your soul