Man and misery,
Hand in hand,
Learn to play,
Never join the band.
Dazed and confused,
Yet marched unfazed,
Hoped for glory,
The never ending story.
The wannabe monk,
Bought an acre of land,
Thought would meditate,
Another castle of sand.
Looked up at the sky,
Not sure why,
Thought he would fly,
Never gave it a try.
So then he took his pen,
A sheet of paper,
Wrote about the lives of men,
And how they meet the maker.
Hand in hand,
Learn to play,
Never join the band.
Dazed and confused,
Yet marched unfazed,
Hoped for glory,
The never ending story.
The wannabe monk,
Bought an acre of land,
Thought would meditate,
Another castle of sand.
Looked up at the sky,
Not sure why,
Thought he would fly,
Never gave it a try.
So then he took his pen,
A sheet of paper,
Wrote about the lives of men,
And how they meet the maker.
2 comments:
Hah! Good one, really liked the last lines. Is this recent or was it written a while ago?
Thanks. This was written yesterday.
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