We pick our sides
Choose our friends
With all the lies
Give ears to lend

Everyday finds
There's nothing new
Forced to like
Either Red or Blue

There's no room
To squeeze in-between
If you're feeling brave
In the need to be free

They're expecting you
To have no clue
When blending colors
Red and Blue

Finger to the wind
Head in the sand
Blows in the direction
Of ignorance

Bank on what they tell us
As if it were true
Buying what they sell us
Both Red and Blue

Goodbye sunshine
Hello rain
Half cracked smile
To hide the pain

A bakers dozen
Of secrets kept
Cooking up something
Behind the mask

Rumor tells
Medication helps
With both under
And overwhelmed

But I still keep
The anxiety
Within easy reach
For emergencies

When lacking in
Self esteem
I find even I
Do not like me

Under cloudy skies
In acid rain
It’s hard to smile
With all this pain

We're coming to a cliff
When it comes to debt
90 miles an hour
With the wind set at our backs

Foot stomped down full throttle
Eyes a crazy glaze
Gassing up the mental
Much too late to use the brakes
and wouldn't if we could for heaven's sake

Wild wind blowing through our hair
Wads of cash flying everywhere
Tossing our future out the window
Trying to buy off 4 more years

Not a single speed bump can be seen
To slow this car crash down
Packed tight van of ignorance
Heading straight into the ground

With the cliff straight up ahead
Kiddies keep those blindfolds on
Talk radio set at full blast
In this end over end out of control
let's just hope those seatbelts hold

Strike a match to heart and head
Set my soul on fire
Use me as your kindling
Burning with desire

For your Holy Spirit
To help set this world ablaze
Loud enough for those to hear it
Bring on the Glory Days

Strike a match to ignite the fire
Of a people in desperate need
No purpose here could be higher
In setting lost souls free
For whom the Son sets free
Free they are indeed

In the fanning of the flames
Hearts and souls will change
One after another
Bring on the Glory Days

Strike a match to hearts and heads
Set our souls on fire
Use us as your kindling
Burning with desire

By: Madison Coleman / m. hauser

The old man on the corner
Wants a change
The young man next to him
Wants much the same

The only difference is
Between the both of them
Is the direction
They think change should move ahead

The old man wants a change
Back to the good old days
The young man wants to move beyond
This continuous running in place

Leaving little hope
Of nowhere to go
When the past is something
The youth of today have never know

Making the old man afraid
Of where the future lays
Perhaps in a way we should pray
That the heart of each should be the change

Innocent days quaint in the country
With no idea of what was to come
When powerful men under false pretenses
Convinced us simple folk, to play along

Now doing their best to cash in a profit
Leaving little behind that we recognize
Their favorite word, I've heard is progress
But all we've seen here is the progression of lies

Not a single tree, have they left standing
Or fish in the lakes along running streams
And through it all they've had their hand in
Other people's pockets, sticky with greed

With the land cleared out they erected their buildings
Another angle at a slice of the pie
Between give and take they took our souls away
Leaving in their wake this barren waste of life

Innocent days quaint in the country
Are now far beyond long dead and gone
When power hungry men, under false pretenses
Convinced us simple folk to play along,
in their wicked game that's never done

The shooting of stars
That fall from the sky
The mixing of words
To questions of why
The beginning of something
Makes its demands
To help it along
As much as it can
The dreaming of places
That too few have seen
The look of sad faces
In search of a friend
The hopes of tomorrow
Shipped off in a box
The feeling of sorrow
No longer a thought
The taste of sweet freedom
Given away
Steps that are taken
The path that is laid
More than a notion
Of where you have been
The poem will live on
Well beyond its end

Although this may sound odd
As they're packing down the sod
Make sure you're buried alive
In the name of Jesus Christ

None of us rightfully know
Where we'll be, the day we go
Or the exact time
We'll up and spend our last dime

Just make sure your soul's not dead
When they place the silk beneath your head
Please take my advice
Make sure you're buried alive

Yes, it may sound strange
Packed away inside your crate
But those that lived for Christ
Will be buried alive

Where true life begins
Free from death, free from sin
Eternity on golden streets
Free from all our worldly needs

The present suffering that we have
Does not compare to what's ahead
Take this Godly advice
Make sure you're buried alive

Those of us in the know
Don't go through life without this hope
Living unafraid
Of what's to come beyond the grave

We're confident and sure
This shell will hold our soul no more
At last satisfied
Being buried alive

Don't let them bury you dead in sin
Which is no way for man to live
Make sure you're buried alive
In the Name and Spirit of Jesus Christ

can't make up your mind
on which side
you would like to lean

so, you stand
with head in hand
somewhere in-between

both hot and cold
cause lukewarm
where none of it makes sense

half and half
right and left
straddling the fence

what comes to light
working both sides
you're flimsy in foundation

after all this time
of crossing lines
mistakes that you've been making

playing both sides
you never find
you have that good a grip

to grab ahold
of your lost soul
straddling the fence

Look at us all, professionals
Taking pictures of everything
All of it on our camara phones
What is it that we're missing

Busy all the time filming life
With phone in face
That we don't see the light of it all passing by
As the hour is growing late

Not knowing how to enjoy ourselves
In the middle of the moment
A phone full of photos that we love to show
Saying that looks fun now don't it

Took in a hurry, these pictures of stories
When the moral to the story is
We should enjoy the time then keep it in mind
Before any more of life, we miss

...taking pictures like this

2 Poets of the same ilk
Coming together, head-to-head
Knowing it's surely God's will
Setting to rhyme, what needs to be said

2 Poets in control of the pen
Easily slipping into the flow
Both with an idea here to lend
No telling in which direction they'll go

2 Poets with a strong bond
A chance meeting, out of the blue
Where magic happens, like waving a wand
You feeding off me, me feeding off you

2 Poets coming together
With a strong desire for the truth
A fact of the matter, friends forever
After all, it's what families do

-Maddison Colman
-Mike Hauser

one day every direction
known to man
decided to change directions
on a whim

north went west
east went south
up, side to side
then decided down

left went in circles
while straight veered to the right
forward, backwards
until it lost sight

and where do you begin
when it comes to in
it went the opposite
and we all know what that is

which leaves us in limbo
not knowing the way to go
and how long it takes to get there
since high is now low

…all in the speed of slow

We're in the latest episode
157 of The Twilight Zone
Where it's hard to hold to sanity
When we're all vying for the lead

Shadows hide in black and white
Commercial breaks have us choosing sides
Insanity holds the remote
Call it home, this Twilight Zone    

You would think with the channel change
Everyday wouldn't look the same
T.V.'s with their rabbit ears
The picture here is never clear

Take a seat, there's no escape
From the daily mistakes we make
This the latest episode
157 of The Twilight Zone

I believe above all else
Beyond a shadow of a doubt
It's not too hard to figure out
This whole world needs Jesus

Foundation made of solid rock
The only love to build upon
From here and now to kingdom come
This whole world needs Jesus

Up and down, far and wide
In and out and on all sides
Every color, creed, and kind
This whole world needs Jesus

Middle aged, young, and old
Hardened hearts, hot or cold
Energetic or in a lull
This whole world needs Jesus

All of those within this sound
Those that have and those without
Something to think and do about
This whole world needs Jesus

Have you heard the joke
About the economy
Of course you haven't
Because it isn't funny

About the way
This is all going down
Like my bank account
Heading straight South

You can blame it on congress
Or blame it on greed
Not much of a difference
If you're asking me

There's nobody else
That wants to pay my bills
And I can't remember when
My gas tank was last filled

Both my roof and shoes
Are competing for holes
And the line of bill collectors
Won't leave me alone

I used to dine out
In 5-Star Restaurants
Now I can barely afford
A cheap burger joint

Once a man of gain
Now I've nothing to lose
As I'm running late
To pay all that I do

How many of us
Believed the promises
That it would all work out
On that you could count
Then life came along
And found they were wrong

Don't give up, don't give in, don't give out

There's an innocence we wish
We could and should have kept
A blind trust
That all was just
Once shooting for the stars
That now seem, oh so far

Don't give up, don't give in, don't give out

When you're at one step
And then two back
Seem to give more away
Than you ever save
When in the line you stand
Begins at the end

Don't give up, don't give in, don't give out

Hold me when I’m tired
Rock me in my sleep
Nothing is ever better
Than you loving me

Listen to my words
Silence when I need
Tell me I am yours
Always comforting

Give me your best smile
Know I am enough
Say without a doubt
Just how much you love

Hug me when I cry
Make it all okay
Cling tightly to this life
Never go away

Adding to my worth
How you value me
Stories of my birth
Fulfilling both of our needs

we do our best
to conquer death
and if not that
at least run from it

all we can hope
is compromise
given the chance
to say goodbye

as we move along
this winding path
the up's and down's
there and back's

on this one thing
we all agree
we hope to go
out peacefully

yet still stick
around till late
not burn out
in a ball of flames

and that we find
when it's time
we have a chance
to say goodbye

With flat head shovel, steel tooth rake
Out to do whatever it takes
Nothing you see is that easy
When you're in the mood for life gardening

Aching muscles are for keeps
Patience hides in piles of leaves
Winter, Summer, Spring, or Fall
There's always something going on

With this plot in which I live
Myself, and I, my wife and kids
Pulling teeth like pulling weeds
All in a day of life gardening

Growing up at a steady pace
Equal parts of pleasure, pain
Trying my best to not cave in
With heavy heart and calloused hands

Plowing steady as she goes
Keeping straight my set of rows
Thankful for all my blessings
This daily dose of life gardening

I've had more than enough
If you count everything
I'd gladly give it all up
And end up with nothing

How many years now
Have I up and lost count
The True meaning of life
And what it's all about

Take all that I have
And learn to accept
If it's not from the Lord
It's all meaningless

I've lived off the crumbs
That wither and rust
Ashes to ashes
Dust back to dust

Like a lost child
That plays in the mud
When it's all said and done
A mess is all we end up

Take all that I have
And learn to accept
If it's not from the Lord
It's all meaningless

this poem will be here for just a moment
soon to be dust in the wind
in the shortest of time it will eventually find
it's way to the bottom of the bin

it might bring a touch of joy or sadness
but that depends on you
and at the time you read it
the frame of mind your mood

it won't take you to the mountain top
soaring to the very heights
or move you to the depths of despair
where it keeps you up at night

it won't bring peace to the nations
or have us holding hands
it won't repair any of the damage
that's been done over the course of time by man

it won't open any minds
or close doors on the best forgotten
in the least amount of time
it'll come and go from every noggin

chances are it won't be remembered
five minutes after it's gone
and without a tune to carry it
it may not even last that long

If we that day by circumstance
Had not crossed each other's paths
I wonder where we'd be
Being each other's greatest need

If every light, that I was at
Had stayed a longer run of red
Would it have been too late
For love to come, face to face

Would everything that we now hold
Be an elusive *** of gold
On the verge but never there
Only one side to this pair

Would we be living separate lives
With the nagging question why
Things don't seem quite right
Off a bit on both sides

And if by chance years from now
We passed on the street and both smiled
Would that nagging question skip a beat
Finding itself stuck on repeat

That there seemed to be something there
To which neither of us could swear
Passed it off as Deja vu
Deep down though we somehow knew

Something passed in-between
Tugging at each other's greatest need
About that day that felt perfectly right
As we moved along with our separate lives

Can we try for this moment
To let our thoughts run wild
Peel back the many layers
Take that which we have found

Free ourselves from the circumstance
Of life making demands
Get back that which we've not seen since
We let go the guiding hand

Don't focus on the failures
Which offers little hope
Set aside the part of life
That leaves no room for growth

What's past is past, we can't go back
Plow full steam ahead
And all act to accept that fact
With the little time that we have left

Make the best of our situation
With every judgement being sound
Peel back the many layers
Take that which we have found

And put it all to good use
Helping our fellow humans out
Standing true to what we need to,
help us survive the here and now

Do we treat life like a Magic 8 Ball
Questioning randomly
Answers that we hope will appear
Most definitely

If it's not the one, we base it all on
Do we shake up our surroundings
With 8 Ball in hand, we tend to go it alone
But hey, who's really counting

We'd all like life to say yes
Turning it over out of the blue
As our run of luck makes its best guess
Looking in the wrong place to give us a clue

It might seem a bit frivolous
The way we handle life
Hoping to see most likely
And not try another time

When we pull out our Magic 8 Ball
Tossing questions randomly
Shake it all up then hope for the best
Most definitely...

who’s to blame
for the shape i’m in
all the deeds
placed me where i am
if given the chance
to do it all again
i'm pretty sure
this is where i’d land

i’ve trudged hard
this beaten path
how many miles
can this poor soul last
before it gives
up and collapse
doing this
not doing that

i might have had
a bit of help
but above it all
i did it all myself
right or wrong
i still fell
who can you trust
if not yourself

happy, sad
smile or pout
giving in
and giving out
is what life
is all about
leaving behind
little doubt

i’ve done this, all to myself…

Have you seen the bee
That keeps stinging me
Hollered out the bear
In the honey tree
Trying his best to hide
Out amongst the leaves
Brown is the background
In this forest of green

All that I want
Is a simple taste
Savory sweet, sticky treat
In which to stuff my face
Why all the hate
And placing of the blame
When every bear I know
Lives to do the same

So can you help me
Says the bear with the sting
On top of my nose
Put there by a bee
That doesn’t care for me
Fiddling in his tree
Trying my best to feed
On all of his honey

some will win
some will lose
who gets the choice
in the chance to choose
could be me
could be you
all depends
on what we do

we move along
this beaten path
some have more
some much less
some peoples needs
are never met
all depends
on where you're at

so easily
we lose count
some are in
others out
makes you wonder
what it's all about
all depends
on how it all works out

The problem we have in society
Is we really don't want to be free
Saying to those who make up of rules
Oh won't you please, take care of me

Always looking for a handout
With both palms open wide
Willing to do what they tell us to
As long as we get our slice of the pie

Government assistance
Is the order of the day
It's how some make a living
Living off stuff, they give away

Never once crossing their minds
It's modern day slavery
Without a complaint we're put into chains
All the while saying what's in it for me

Do you see where I am coming from
Without firing a single shot
Nobody really wants freedom
We only want to be taken care of

And that my friend is the problem we've got...

You have had this problem
From your days of youth
Strength adds up to nothing
When desire has hold of you

You might go a month or more
More like a day or two
Before that knock comes at your door
And the devil's drink makes its move

Where it lands in shaky hands
Bringing comfort to your lips
You once again give in to its demands
As it foils your plans to one day quit

But until you hit rock bottom
In utter shame you'll raise the glass
Your demons you have fought them
But never hard enough to win the quest

And yet you still make promises
To yourself and those you love
But if you were really serious
For yourself and them, you'd give it up

But the problem isn't in the drink
It's deep inside your soul
And until you learn to master it
It'll never let you go

So, you reach out for the bottle
Where you find, you both are drained
The hope you had has gone stage left
As the devil's drink again makes its demands

Down in the town of Mayonnaise
Spread out along the country side
Mayor Egg White came to proclaim
They soon would be fighting for their lives

Sandwiched between two armies
The tribes of Ham on Rye
Everyone must battle
So, bring along your spoons and knives

They mustard up the courage
Feeling they were in a pickle
The town of Mayo was spread thin
Until their hero showed, Sir Pumpernickel

Who used the magic of Miracle Whip
A bit tangy to the taste
But after all did the trick
Laying all of Mayonnaise's enemies to waste

Where the town brought out their knives and spoons
And soon cleaned up the mess
The Miracle Whip did what it was meant to
Giving the town of Mayonnaise its much needed rest

Look at all these buttons
How could we live without them
From tightening of the collar
To buttoning up the lip

Buttons on your tired blue jeans
That keep your barn door closed
And look at how cute Penelope looks
With her button nose

Buttons on appliances
To turn them on and off
Buttons on our game shows
People pound with little thought

Buttons that are ill placed
By who's authority
Make us turn to those and say
Could you help me please

Then there is the red one
That could quickly end it all
In a handcuffed suitcase
Fondly called the Nuclear Football

And if that isn't bad enough
How about Buttons, the creepy Clown
That gives kids heebie jeebies
Whenever the Circus comes to town

Then there's button down the hatches
Or is that batten, I can't be sure
I'll try my best to let it slip
In hopes of no Google search

Here at this time, I find that I
Need to wrap this up
And instead of a bow, well you know
I'll just sew it up with a button on top

We don't like the way we look
How we think the way we should
Curly's wish their hair was straight
While the Straight wish the other way

Our smiles do not shine enough
Thinning lips could be more plush
And let's not even mention weight
Or how we're all so out of shape

We have noses that work fine
But I like yours and you like mine
And when it comes to hair color
No telling when we'll choose another

We support the creme industry
To make our faces wrinkle free
We hide our lives behind these lies
Of whom we think we should look like

With so many changes made
Who we are is hard to say
Always looking for a change
We dare not try and stay the same

We should learn to love ourselves
If not us, then who else
Will love us for who we are
Before we take this all too far

First off my friend
Let me begin
By saying I ain't no poet
Just a fool with a pen

Now with those pleasantries
Out of the way
Let me proceed to say
What I need to say

I've written different poems
On different subjects, different matters
Some soft as a kitten
Others mad as a hatter

Every now and then
I stand on the serious ledge
But more often than not
I fall right off of the edge

Like I said before
I'm just a fool with a pen
Drooling from my smile
Cross eyed in my grin

Separating in rhyme
All the boys from the men
Cackling in crazy
From the beginning to the end

Thanking my lucky stars
Rhyming comes so easy
Like a trip to Venus or Mars
Half baked brain and over queasy

Like I said before
When all of this began
I really ain't no poet
Just a fool with a pen

I swear I'm not a Zombie
As some of you might think
I'm just a man without a plan
Surviving on too little sleep

I stumble along as if nothing's wrong
Through my daily day to day
Exhausted by the fact that I
Spend most my nights awake

Without much thought my pillow talks
Loudly in my ear
Discussing demands and other plans
Daring me to persevere

Where in that state I lie awake
Mostly from concern
Of what is next to fill my head
As the world around me turns

Making me as some might think
One of the walking dead
But I swear I'm not a Zombie
Just a man in need of rest

My Father would have a fit
If I didn't treat others with respect
If I thought myself, better than them
Or didn't have a good hand to lend

He taught me about the dangers of wrong
And how in a crowd not to follow along
The difference between, needs and wants
Showed me how to be, truthful up front

My Father would have a fit
If I did anything less than this
When it comes to what I said I would do
Or what, I really meant to

Did his best to raise me upright
Knowing what it takes today to be kind
Not to turn tail and run
But when evil comes, face it head on

My Father would have a fit
If I knew what was right and didn't do it
If I lost out on lessons learned
Or took advantage of what I didn't earn

He wasn't just here to be a friend
But a conduit, a means to an end
And all that I was taught
Like his dad before him, I too would pass along

If I had to guess
Your T.D.S.
Has gotten the best of you

The orange and gold
Has twisted your soul
And knocked a few screws loose

It seems that good reason
Is now out of season
And sanity laid to rest

That little blind spot
Is now all that you've got
Filling your empty head

Where you can't see the lies
Coming from every side
Pulling desperation in its wake

Not knowing you are
In this game with no cards
And the powers that be hold the ace

With all of this said
If I had to guess
T.D.S. is barreling through

There won't be anything left
When all is done and said
And that my friend is the truth

So far away
From where we used to be
What can you say about the good old days
That we've put out to sea

In their own wake, there they'll stay
Drifting haphazardly
Our yesterdays, pounded by waves
Of fading memories

We made the best of it
Both port and starboard sides
In our youth, well-equipped
For those, the best of times

The ship we once anchored to
Gave way with rusted chains
Now out at sea in waters deep
The long gone good old days

You say to yourself you lack courage
But what is courage all about
Getting up every day and making your way
Through life's troubling sights and sounds

Or standing up for the less fortunate
Turning and calling them friend
It takes a lot of the courage you've got
Every time you make amends

It takes courage to live your convictions
To everyday do what is right
Whether or not you're put on the spot
Be it in or out of sight

Courage when you stand up for the truth
In times filled with lies
Courage to do what you need to do
Courage to be a light

Never say that you lack courage
Even the brave are sometimes afraid
Take what you have and move past that
Facing yet another day
With courage along the way

What makes it so easy
To hurt those, you love the most
Never is it simple
And neither is the thought

Lashing out in language
Saved for the worst of times
Wishing you could take it  back
But all you can do is apologize

Quick with the anger
Turning on a dime
How did we get here
This walking a thin line

Trying to do what's right
Which too often comes out wrong
Showing of the selfish side
In the wanting what we want

What makes it so easy
To hurt those, you love the most
If we could I'm sure we would
All walk a different road

The hills are filled with ghosts
Those long dead and gone
From the dead Confederates
To Apache strong

A past that's cruel and often used
To get what it wants
Leaving in its wake the open graves
Of Fathers and their Sons

Shame done in high cotton
Holding tight the Devils hand
The dead may be forgotten
But not the sin of man

Where every Cain is Able
To lash out in hate
The blood from our brothers
Cries out from beyond the grave

As from the beginning
Until the end of time
Those long dead and gone
Are ghosts on the hillside

I don’t have an App
That shows the pronouns you go by
If you think you’re a woman
Or dream you’re a guy

There’s really no need
In getting angry with me
Feel free to believe
What you want to believe

You can wear a prom dress
Not shave your hairy legs
Don’t come down ******* me
If I struggle to guess

What ever category
You feel you fit in
The lifestyle of a furry
Or a fairy princess

Cause I could care less
About your preferences
And I care even less
In trying to guess

It should not bother you
In the least little bit
About what I think
In the way you should live

So live out your life
However you like
And I’ll do the same
With my remaining time
Hopefully then, we’ll all get along just fine

I make my way upstairs
Then wonder why I’m here
I started with a purpose
Now it’s not so clear

I find myself mid-sentence
As I draw another blank
With God as my witness
Happens more and more these days

I struggle in remembering
When I started to forget
Was it now or perhaps then
It all began to slip

I’m introduced to someone
Shake hands with a smile
Hate to say but forget the name
The moment I turn around

If you have a secret
I’m the perfect one to tell
It’s not that I can keep it
I just forget things really well

Remember when we had less
We seemed to have more happiness
Now sitting here with pockets full
We tend to frown in all we do

Without a doubt when we had less
We moved about with lower stress
And when the money came along
All it did was to pile on

We strolled along without a care
Now we're not sure of where we are
Empty wallets, simple times
Now all we do is bend to the grind

When we had less to fret with
Clutter wise or deep in debt
When fortune unfortunately came along
That's the point it all went wrong

Some feel with the less you have
The harder it is to get ahead
But the more you have the more you're kept
By the seed of greed inside your head

Afraid you'll lose all that you have...

It’s a well known fact
there’s a nap
That has my name on it

Floating in
and out my head
Where all good naps are kept

It has learned
to wait it’s turn
Placed in the nap line

Little wonder
that its number
Is that of number 9, number 9, number 9

And with that said
it steps ahead
Moving through the queue

Dusting me
with a need for sleep
As all good naps should do

We're living in the best of times
Everything is going fine
Every cloud you see is silver lined
All you thought was wrong is right

Money really grows on trees
Most of it you get to keep
We'll just take what little we need
We're all treated equally

Borders closed we are at peace
Promises were made to keep
High on the hog living free
There is nothing that you need

Empty words with hollow sounds
Leaving with us little doubt
Hard to believe what comes out
Of some certain people's mouths

Spit shined with a polished sheen
All the streets are squeaky clean
From crime to homelessness and in-between
Everything is cheap or free

All the tides are on the rise
With common man we sympathize
Eating meat will be our demise
Ten years at most is left of time

To tell the truth we're here for you
In everything we say and do
There's not a mountain we won't move
To prove how dedicated we are to you

Empty words with hollow sounds
Leaving with us little doubt
Hard to believe what comes out
Of some certain people's mouths

I gaze in the mirror
And wonder at what comes next
What lies will I find, from this no friend of mine
That fill my head

Sticks and stones might break my bones
But words hurt at the sound
Whoever thought to this degree it'd be me
Body Shaming myself

When the glamour mags tell me I have
To look a certain way
Before you know, self-esteem hits a new low
My confidence clearly taking a break

With little left but the thoughts in my head
Being the only thing that seems to count
Here I go again trying to do myself in
Body Shaming myself

All the lies about, what really counts
Have itching ears listening
Eager to cave to the latest craze
A vicious circle with no end

Believing the lies multiple times
Leaving behind little doubt
This mirror I find doesn't see the inside
Body Shaming myself

Rambling boys keep rambling
No idea of where they've been
They have no idea at all
If they're coming or they're going

They just hope that there's a prize
With some purpose to this life
To help them fulfill the call
Bring some meaning to it all

Rambling boys keep rambling
Only way to get their kicks
Early on from day one
There never seemed to be enough

In all the wants they find they need
The memories they failed to keep
It's hard to grasp ahold the facts
Of that which you never had

Rambling boys keep rambling
One day they're bound to reach the end
And on that day when they do
Will they finally know the truth

That their days of rambling
Have not amounted to anything
Just a way to escape
From their lives for their life's sake

Out of most the problems
That I have ever faced
Turn it back to myself
Is where it can be traced

I'm the only one
Who holds the shaky hand
Of every crazy thing
That I have ever planed

Out of every action
Inside every deed
All of it can be traced
Simply back to me

Although this twisted world
At times may play a part
It all still resides
Within this sinful heart

With its list of problems
It finds on a daily base
Once again, me, myself, and I
Is where it can be traced