You bang your fist upon this wall..
You wonder why no one ever replies back..
You dream that one day you'll make a difference..
Wasting your life banging against the wall...

No one home, No one's around..
No thought to leave you profound.
Scribble your note with your fingernail..
or make it easy and send it by mail.

You think to yourself that you really aren't normal..
You try to convince yourself you're the god of your own reality.

You think, therefore you are.. or were...

Wasting time, thinking your the true God of knowledge.
Ponder the wanders of your lifelong trek..
and when it comes to enlightenment, don't care a speck.

Scribble down the notes that matter...
while your head just keeps getting fatter.

You think you have the right to judge other people, just because people judged you.

So?

Their the one's who'd rather point the finger..

Why you?

01/12/2002

Posted on 01/12/2002
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