I am a page
Inside a dusty book

Easy to read
Line by line
But a whole paragraph
Might blow your mind

Part tear stained
Definitely dog eared

Easily able
To put me down
Knowing where I am at
When you come back around

I am a page
With lots to say

At times
I make perfect sense
But on that front
You still take a chance

Coffee stained
Slightly torn page

Many flaws
But easy to see
Through it all
Well worth the read

This Old World
Want's control
Of your feeble mind
Body and soul
Tempts you with
What it doles
Has it out for those
In this Old World

Plants a seed
Of want and greed
Makes you think
Of things you need
That will make
You more happy
Than you ever thought
You could be

This Old World
Like no other
Want's to be
Your only lover
Blinds your mind
Body and soul
Before you know
In this Old World

how many times
have i fallen in
make it back to the edge
to do it all again
a valuable trait
this beneficial lesson
if nothing else
i've learned how to swim

how many times
have i tried to fly
with my head in the clouds
fogging up my mind
it's easy to dream
but hard to hold on tight
a beneficial lesson
is to keep your eyes on the prize

how many times
have i been against the ropes
beaten up, beaten down
with a ways to go
a beneficial lesson
given in this spurt of growth
never give in, never give out
never give up hope

While one tends to ramble
The other clearly babbles
As we watch four lips flap in the wind

In the pursuit of this and that
Seriously, don't make me laugh
They keep on talking out both ends

Quickly drawing to a close
One that only the good Lord knows
I'm calling out the shape of the day as bent

Serving fries or serving lies
Fool us once, why not twice
Could the media please call in Clark Kent

It's going to take a Superman
To get this ship back on dry land
Without a worldwide major event

As the one keeps rambling
With the other babbling
There's no telling how we'll get out of this

Let's talk about
How this world spins round
Funny as it seems
Crazy as it sounds
It's not too hard
To try and figure out
We're in full tilt
And quickly heading South

People running round
Over here and over there
With no earthly idea
Of who, what, when, or where
Not a single clue
Or a daily care
Anyways who told you
That this life was fair

On top this big blue ball
That we bounce about
Moving side to side
Jumping up and down
Being far too many
Times to ever count
As we talk about
How this world spins round

We're all born into exploring
Some take a lifetime to find what they're looking for
Some find it fast, but it never lasts
When no one I know keeps perfect score

Hiking through a mountain of problems
Deep in the jungle of their minds
Some hit the valley, rock bottom
Then never dare to try and climb

Some claim an ocean of adventure
Setting sail the day they are born
Never once showing an ounce of fear
As they venture out on their own

Not knowing what lays ahead of us
From one day to the next
Take the time that you have, adding to it
We never are promised the time we have left

We're all born into exploring
Each and every day a quest
With no earthly way of knowing
When or where we'll be lead next

she writes little notes
of hopes and promises
then proceeds to leave them around

cause you never know
which way fortune blows
and by whom they may be found

you never know by chance
the circumstance
of what others are going through

and how the simplest thing
like a note could bring
one from the end of their rope

knee deep in her plight
she continues to write
little notes of hopes and promises

to leave them around
where they may be found
by those who need a lift

a reminder of hopes and promises...