A Mind Is a Terrible Thing to Waste

Wandering around here in my head

It’s busier than a city street

A few questions need asking, so here we go

Try and keep up with me

Why are we smiling all of the time

When we know that we aren’t doing well

Why do we hide a bad day away

And walk ourselves barefoot through hell

Why say, hey friend

When we’re clearly just acquainted

Like it means anything anyway

A smile and a nod works just the same, if your intentions to walk away

Why is effort so hard all the time

Why do some people always slide by

And then others tread water, gasping for air

Like there’s a life’s rule, and you didn’t-comply

Why, tell me please, do people behave like ghosts

Float around stirring trouble and pain

Then disappear avoiding crap that they cause

Only to reappear unscathed once again

Why can’t we just be who we are

Why is everyone else more important

Push your feelings aside so that they feel good

And make you feel you’re being discordant

I really don’t get it, After all of these years

bending backwards my body and mind

To be sure everyone else feels happy inside

But to my feelings are blind

Its just who you are, I’ve been told

You’re a giver, and givers are rare

I’ve decided that compliments like that are nice

But it’s a device to keep me ensnared

Maybe Im just feeling tired

I don’t sleep much, that messes you up

Or maybe I’m finally seeing intentions

and it’s time for me to grow up

Oh, I think I will just keep on smiling

But some days I may say what I think

If we are friends you will understand

If not, well then jump in the lake