My mind hasn't been around lately and I'm starting to wonder if he'll ever return home again. It seems as though I can't collect my thoughts, for their shepherd is lost. No one now to lead them to my green pastures and no water shall they attest. An ancient magician hath made them disappear--a sorcerer with many-a tricks up his sleeves indeed. A simple ploy of diversion has rendered me a useless, futile vessel--empty of all life-bearing nutrients. Kind words I may still spit and spat, but any comforts of wisdom have promptly left for the day. I ramble, I roll, and away I go.......
There will come a day when all that once was lost shall return to stay. The magician retires and his bag of tricks are put away. Walking down a lonesome road, I spy an old friend I once knew. As we passed on by, he turned to ask, "brother, why so blue? didn't ya know i was with ya always, a fateful companion through and through."
Things change and so will you.
There will come a day when all that once was lost shall return to stay. The magician retires and his bag of tricks are put away. Walking down a lonesome road, I spy an old friend I once knew. As we passed on by, he turned to ask, "brother, why so blue? didn't ya know i was with ya always, a fateful companion through and through."
Things change and so will you.
