yet High in mind
Trace the footsteps in the snow
A subject of the object
Just without comprehension.
Yet that trail we trace,
Ends somewhere under a rainbow,
or perhaps a dark and damp road
"At what cost, is not the cost of what.
However, it must be nothing"
There is no idea finer
Except for the sign in the window,
It was never on
But how ‘bout those odds
They bet to show.
the sign never went on
Another dark Friday, early in the morning
So let’s buy what could otherwise be stolen
“Is that why they’re all angry?”
“No, it’s the sanity that keeps them mad,
It’s the only reason they wait in line”
"So madness keeps us sane?
There is no sense in that."
"Yes, but there is no cents when it comes to sense."
But why the lack of self- worth?
Well it's all worth while, don't ya think?
Something must be worth something, even if it's nothing
then what is priceless,
nothing but an idea
The concept for those in spirits,
Who attempt to drown it all out.
Drown out the noise of that treacherous question?
“Excuse me! Is this on sale?”
You Can’t Win
You can’t win
You just can’t win,
no matter what you do
Jack Black said it once, he had a clue
How can you win if you’re always gonna lose?
its the why life goes you have to understand
there’s gigantic mountains, there’s deep quick sand
but don’t fight, or you’ll only make it worse
you must learn to let go of that purse
the person stealing it probably needs it more anyway
at least you’re still alive, so why complain?
because of how you lost instead of gained?
you have to remember that you just can’t win
Once you do, your life will begin