Jun 14, 2005 01:13
How long before I get in?
Before it starts, before I begin?
How long before you decide?
Before I know what it feels like?
every chance that you get,
is a chance you seize.
How long am I gonna stand,
with my head stuck under the sand?
All the inventors could never design.
The buildings that you put up,
The sign that I couldn't read,
or a light that I couldn't see,
some things you have to believe,
but others are puzzles, puzzling me.
All those signs, I knew what they meant.
Some things you can invent.
Makes much sense? no?, yet so rightly put together, Describing my feelings so well, you make of it what you are thinking I guess..