I've barely even got five bucks!
Isn't that just plain stupid luck,
All I want is to fill the truck,
I got to haul around this duck!
"Them ain't no militia, that's the Army of the Potomac!"
I got to hual around this duck!
Such rotten luck.
Babysitting this little brat.
the last time my pocket had a rat!
He refused to take a bath.
He begged me to do his math.
sooner or later he'll be asleep.
then at last, I can count sheep.
Then at last, I can count sheep..
Until I run out of fingers and toes..
Hopefully before then I'll fall asleep..
Otherwise I'll have to count on my nose..
Yuck..
I broke my truck..
Never have any luck..
So now I'm stuck..
Yuck..
Yuck
what dumb luck
my dinner burnt
my wallets broke
some days just suck
Some days just sucked.
But then we turn things around.
Even those with the worst luck.
Are free and unbound.
Are free and unbound..
But yet a slave to desire..
No relief can be found..
To quench the raging fire..
To quench the raging fire
one must aspire to climb ever higher
unafraid to walk the wire
chasing destiny fighting fate
Chasing destiny fighting fate,
I'll be exhausted at this rate.
I think I'll relax with a cup of tea,
close my eyes and listen to the sea.
Close my eyes and listen to the sea.
Body buried deep in the sand,
Wave after wave splashing over me.
Washed away to never, never land.
"No one knows when the final grain of sand will plummet through their own personal Hourglass." ~ CKAcres
"If you really want to make a difference, don't over think it, just do it..."
"Scars of life are deeply etched within the minds of curious old souls."
Washed away to never, never land..
Laying on a pillow stuffed with dreams..
To places that always feel so grand..
But even in dreams, it's never as it seems..
But even in dreams, it's never as it seems..
One must always awake to realities bite..
Why can't we ever return to our dreams?
As slumber recedes, they fade from sight...
"No one knows when the final grain of sand will plummet through their own personal Hourglass." ~ CKAcres
"If you really want to make a difference, don't over think it, just do it..."
"Scars of life are deeply etched within the minds of curious old souls."
As slumber recedes, they fade from sight,
Slumping into the dim twilight,
They head to a land,
With a helping hand,
From Peter,
The gatekeeper.
The gatekeeper
shines a light to find his keys
unlocking the gates of paradise
waiting on those on the returning flight
Waiting on those on the returning flight
Eyes seeking familiar faces
Hoping
Someone desires their return
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Someone desires their return
Heightened senses begin to churn
For passionate words they yearn
Sparking embers of love to burn
Knowing another desires their return
"No one knows when the final grain of sand will plummet through their own personal Hourglass." ~ CKAcres
"If you really want to make a difference, don't over think it, just do it..."
"Scars of life are deeply etched within the minds of curious old souls."
Knowing another desires their return.
But they are lost in the labyrinth.
Escape is what they yearn.
oh the poor knights.
Oh the poor knights..
Never stood a chance in any of their fights..
Battered and torn much to her delights..
Rebellious_Soul was their worst night fright..
Rebellious_Soul was their worst night fright.
They thought they were in for a really bad plight,
but, quite honestly, they really weren't,
so in that thought they were quite errant.
Those silly people, their eyes should be poked,
so very hard, until they croaked,
that's what they get for 'fronting a Rebel,
a better punishment, might be sucking on a pebble.
A better punishment, might be sucking on a pebble.
Never, is it advised to confront a rebel,
unless you wish to fight a Tasmanian devil.
"No one knows when the final grain of sand will plummet through their own personal Hourglass." ~ CKAcres
"If you really want to make a difference, don't over think it, just do it..."
"Scars of life are deeply etched within the minds of curious old souls."
Unless you wish to fight a Tasmanian devil,
I'd suggest you leave,
you bloody wee skeeve.
Just go away, you're not on the level.
Pissing about
with a Tasmanian devil,
you really are
a strange little weevil.
A strangle little weevil
Who really thinks it's evil.
Plots and plans the demise
Of those whom cannot rise.
One of those whom cannot rise
But yet still he tries.
He want to be with us again
But here's my question.... when?
Here's my question, when?
Till the midnight hour strikes from big ben?
Will i ever see you again?
I will miss our time together old friend.
I will miss our time together old friend,
even though you drove me around the bend,
so to you I send
my best regards,
and hope you're not eaten
by birds rapidly tweetin'.
By the birds rapidly tweeting'
My heart is a beating'.
With for you my man
Because I know we can.
I am your little one
And my great wowa we'll never be done.
Let's tarry no longer, time is fleeting
I eagerly await our meeting
Overcoming time and space
till we come upon that place
deep below or high above
where our hearts may join in love
If life seems jolly rotten
there's something you've forgotten
and that's to laugh and smile and dance and sing
from Monty Python's "Life of Brian"
