The word called things
Things change so fast
Am I still the man
That wrote the word called things
In natures wicked fickle ways
Change is all that future brings
So why hold on to feelings
That hurt and burn your soul
For nature, future and your mind
Chase unknown dreamlike goals
They'll change when you are sleeping
The sun won't look the same
We live in hell
They call it life
But it's just a cruel game
You'll never sit in that chair
Or stand within their shoes
Of lucky ones in your eyes
All illusions that abuse
The gentleness that you love
The thing that makes you....you
Life is unforgiving
Chasing rainbows
Whats the use
