If you think about the concept of time travel
and all the things that could change
just from doing one thing differently
Then you would have to believe that you have been everywhere,
are everywhere, have done everything
and are already dead.

The wanderer had travelled for at least a day
Weary and tired looked for somewhere to stay
After walking for miles, just wandering around
She came across a perculiar little town
No signposts of entry to welcome her in
Simply a man who asked "Are you insane"?
The wanderer thought this was strange question
and instead asked the way to the inn
the man said insane we have no houses or businesses
as we are all insane
the wanderer thought this too was strange
and instead asked where she was
the man replied you are insane
I am insane
everybody in this town is insane
the wanderer she wondered if she too was insane as the man had said
the wanderer was determined not to stay insane
and ran of as fast as she could
the man watched her run and thought it strange
"They all do that, don't they, why does no one want to be in our wonderful town of Sane

The writer exclaimed "I'm tired of trying
All this writing is tiring
I just can't seem to find the words to finish my book
So I'll travel ahead to when it is done
With my time traveling pen it'll be so much fun"
When the writer arrived he questioned a passerby about his book
The passerby gave him a funny look
As he knew nothing about this
The writer then knew he had made a mistake
Since he was here the book had never been written.

This Christianity
Is insanity
Madness for humanity
Everything will fade away

There once was a scientist named Frank
Who got a loan from the bank
To purchase scientific equipment
To perform crazy experiments
In his little scientist tent
Or was it castle made of cement
Well you know one of them is what I meant
Frank got a cup from the cupboard
He mixed up a mixture and into the cup it was poured
He waited and waited and got quite bored
Until it happened, the mixture in the cup
Fizzled and poor Frank blew himself up.

When I went to the beach
It seemed like there was something missing
Just out of reach
I wished I could just take to the sky
Like a bird I wanted to fly
Searching for that something that just wasn't here
Maybe I was searching far instead of near
For that thing that perhaps I just can't see
Deep inside you and me
I can only dream of when I might start
To find that something in my heart.

Goodbye can mean a lot of things, like goodbye i'll see you tomorrow.
But sometimes it can mean goodbye forever.
It's like pulling a lever,
Seeing someone everyday and then their gone,
And you feel like you're all alone.
Some people you want to leave,
But others are friends and you just can't believe.
When friends go you start to cry,
But its not always the end, so just say goodbye.