Situations


Situations change from red to blue then yellow and finally green
I wash my hands yet they are still ***** never ever clean
A memory of you is disturbing me because now and then I think that life is so very mean
The Sun shines in from the window and I can't help but think of the beauty of the rain I've seen
Taking snap shots of my performance in the middle of a conversation that my life is a dream
Someone wake me up because I have to say that reality is just a tantamount to death's final scene
Shame is on your shoulders and forever your knife is deep within the very same spleen.