Why are people so strange?
Soo many seem to change
The one's who remain the same take the downfall
Many instances to recall
Riding on a midnight train
Staring at the falling rain
Man clouds in the darkened sky
Questions of how and why?
There is always something to remind me
Of past highs and lows of emotional ecstacy
Under a another spell on the way of being high
No drugs just thoughts that pass by
Al the memories that fade or grow
The future we will never know
Truth of the inner will
Is confusing like the route to the top of a high mountain or hill
What is it that we are all fighting for?
The rich, famous and the poor
Lost in the world and in the galaxy
Like a message in a bottle floating in the sea
The wants and needs we all crave
A soul and mind to rescue and save
Who is that person standing there?
Common theory that lingers of what is and what is not fair
