Isn't It Funny
isn't it funny
to think about all the things that make us sad
like losing dreams
and kisses that don't mean anything
what does it bring
isn't it funny
to think about all the things that make us cry
like family
and the one time that your best friend lied
what does it bring
its time to sit down and reflect
the misdeeds you can't correct
we've all had our missteps
our shoelaces are ragged
and our heart rabid
have the faces become wood
to burn if you could
you won't say goodbye though you should
the fire will pass by where you stood
its an opportunity and it's good
but it's hotter than what you're prepared to do
it's a realization
as you stare into the bayou
that you must lower your expectations
I've seen that
it brings hardship at such a fast clip
broken pride and a busted lip
a wheelchair is your new bridle and horse bit
how will you control yourself at this high idle
when the words you say don't fit
and the motion in your legs is nonexistent
would you say boredom is an emotion you feel
but cant vent
all the memories sealed forever vacant
friends you can't even remember
nor how the time was spent
you give in easy now like rag doll, it seems to be the only constant
I am a chauffeur
this life is over
drive where you want to
I can't take you there
your arms hurts when you twist
an even the best docs and psychiatrists can't
help answer why me why this
they still think ignorance is bliss
did you tell them what you missed
that your life is over
and the chauffeur's been thrown out
golf clubs and baseball gloves
but you can't even get out of the dugout
you hit a home run and try to laugh
you see the ball and then zone out
and it's your favorite thing to watch the weather channel
wrapped in your best flannel
your eyes void you can't handle the honest precipitation or
its sting
what does the rain promise
what does the pain bring
forever a doubting Thomas, you begin to ask yourself about everything