Centuries go by but the stories continue. |
Children, is all we are We play the game knowing we'll lose When we do we throw the bats And weep for help Weep until we are satisfied We fall into the moments Until the moment disappears We get the help Then we run along do the same thing The cycle repeats itself A running child falls, scrapes his knees Cries and weeps Yet runs again on the same path he fell Such disappointments people are So foolish so childish Thinking their words make sense Their thoughts are deep They've figured it out But others will laugh upon us As we did before them They'll read our foolish tales As we live them They'll think they've figured it out But no matter their intellect They'll be as dull as the next man But I sure speak a lot of my fellow fools I am too a fool myself |