so many times I see myself wandering here and I wonder about these things.
looking through a glass thats dark and clouded sometimes makes it all look like a tangle of lighted strings.
it is not enough to live and die I guess.
goes to figuring out the current mess.
what mess you may ask me has got me so perplexed.
its the written word and thinking sword that has me entirely upset and vexed.
but do what you will they say to me.
they dont believe nothing is worth anything so they disregard being free.
nothing is always something whether you know it or not.
and scratch that itch there you go! thats exactly the right spot!
