I usually try to leave the prose to the pros but here it goes
Today I woke up in my head and after getting out of bed,
I shook off dreams of yesterday and all the times I laughed and played.
I woke up today to something new
not some old worn out point of view,
some fantasmical thing inside of me,
growing, slowly like a tree.
The words I've talked
and winding trails I've walked,
like some dreamy spider's web of life.
The people with whom I've laughed, cried and talked,
the times I faught and wept and balked,
above me all along, this great maroc
a changing web of glee and strife.
So now I transcend and conspire to do well
and in so doing I am well done by,
I'll not offend lest ill will should come
and pillage hope brought by the web in the sky.
O web of mine,
O motherly web,
On this morning of life,
your strands adew.
I'll be sure to tread well,
tread well through my life
now that in my life I am born anew.
Corny but it gets the message accross. My jaw hurts and my face hurts and my neck hurts. I'm going to bed.
I shook off dreams of yesterday and all the times I laughed and played.
I woke up today to something new
not some old worn out point of view,
some fantasmical thing inside of me,
growing, slowly like a tree.
The words I've talked
and winding trails I've walked,
like some dreamy spider's web of life.
The people with whom I've laughed, cried and talked,
the times I faught and wept and balked,
above me all along, this great maroc
a changing web of glee and strife.
So now I transcend and conspire to do well
and in so doing I am well done by,
I'll not offend lest ill will should come
and pillage hope brought by the web in the sky.
O web of mine,
O motherly web,
On this morning of life,
your strands adew.
I'll be sure to tread well,
tread well through my life
now that in my life I am born anew.
Corny but it gets the message accross. My jaw hurts and my face hurts and my neck hurts. I'm going to bed.