Play On
I was trying to daydream, but my mind kept wandering.
In the foreseeable fishbowl we’re all just floundering.
I can’t hear a thing because of all the sound.
I’m optimistically doubtful. But gravity doesn’t get me down.
What’s the purpose of our purpose? Why are we here?
In a life full of strife; fraught with anger and fear.
The source is a source of confusion. A place out of place
and laced with illusions. A song without notes, lyrics,
or words. A song everyone knows, but nobody’s heard.
Ever wonder about wonder? Ever think about thought?
Ever contemplate fate and the time that Time forgot?
Ever dreamt that you’re dreaming?
Mistake whispers for screaming?
Cast out angels once misjudged as demons?
Hey I’m only asking ’cause I don’t want to know.
Billy Shakes says it’s a play. It’s all just a show.
But if we’re just playing, then why all the fuss?
Always at the bus stop. All ways missing the bus.
Is his story history or is it my story? It’s a mystery.
Or is He really She, or is it Us? Maybe We?
We maybe made this. What did we make?
Is it perfectly perfect or one big mistake?
Has it all been done efficiently or is it chaos?
If you suffer and struggle, at the end, is there a pay off?
My quest leaves me questioning. Rhetorical, yet renowned.
I’m in favor of finding, so I guess I’m Pro-found.
Ask not what your country can do for you.
We have lawyers for that sort of thing, Jack.
They say I should think for myself, but what do you think about that?
Through the fog and haze, there’s a new day’s dawn.
Will you have any regrets when this day’s gone?
Please end this dis-ease and remember to stay strong.
My added-vice is to, in all ways, Play On.
In the foreseeable fishbowl we’re all just floundering.
I can’t hear a thing because of all the sound.
I’m optimistically doubtful. But gravity doesn’t get me down.
What’s the purpose of our purpose? Why are we here?
In a life full of strife; fraught with anger and fear.
The source is a source of confusion. A place out of place
and laced with illusions. A song without notes, lyrics,
or words. A song everyone knows, but nobody’s heard.
Ever wonder about wonder? Ever think about thought?
Ever contemplate fate and the time that Time forgot?
Ever dreamt that you’re dreaming?
Mistake whispers for screaming?
Cast out angels once misjudged as demons?
Hey I’m only asking ’cause I don’t want to know.
Billy Shakes says it’s a play. It’s all just a show.
But if we’re just playing, then why all the fuss?
Always at the bus stop. All ways missing the bus.
Is his story history or is it my story? It’s a mystery.
Or is He really She, or is it Us? Maybe We?
We maybe made this. What did we make?
Is it perfectly perfect or one big mistake?
Has it all been done efficiently or is it chaos?
If you suffer and struggle, at the end, is there a pay off?
My quest leaves me questioning. Rhetorical, yet renowned.
I’m in favor of finding, so I guess I’m Pro-found.
Ask not what your country can do for you.
We have lawyers for that sort of thing, Jack.
They say I should think for myself, but what do you think about that?
Through the fog and haze, there’s a new day’s dawn.
Will you have any regrets when this day’s gone?
Please end this dis-ease and remember to stay strong.
My added-vice is to, in all ways, Play On.
