The Undiluted....

Wandering minds trying to understand In his feeble mind he said Hello death, it's nice to meet you When it's time please be gentle or not We are all on death roll So why should I fear your strokes It's a mystery trying to understand this life Almost like we were made for his amusement Why do we suffer as though we are guilty When in the first instance it was never a choice to be here or not Never a choice to be made immortal or not Never a choice to be brought to this insane world Never a choice to be so imperfect Never a choice to be born impure or not Then when we are gone we are judged on a life we never had the choice to be part of And so he said, hello death its nice to meet you...

She sees clearly now How buried she'd been Deep down, in this rustling town The nine to five, oh! What a clown Rumbling, crumbling, almost drowning Voices so loud its deafing So firm its convincing But in there is that tiny echo That finds her when she is lost Why can't she go back to when To when life only meant play time Such a scam, this thing called adulthood let's trade for some dimes Let's visit her Chi and make a deal Maybe then, she could really be Be happy!