Trapped
Trapped
Never stopping to think, as we are seeking
for that which can never be had, despite our beseeching
the lords of it, whatever it may be
that most will never see.
Perhaps the pursuit of happiness, consumes a life
with more personal aggression than murder by knife.
A shame we all don't share in the sentiment
rather immitate sticks in the mud, and stagnate in sediment.
merley surviving each stint of winters pass
Uniformly mellow, a flutter in the breeze
You'll run round and round, never resting at ease.
Never stopping to think, as we are seeking
for that which can never be had, despite our beseeching
the lords of it, whatever it may be
that most will never see.
Perhaps the pursuit of happiness, consumes a life
with more personal aggression than murder by knife.
A shame we all don't share in the sentiment
rather immitate sticks in the mud, and stagnate in sediment.
merley surviving each stint of winters pass
Uniformly mellow, a flutter in the breeze
You'll run round and round, never resting at ease.
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