Is It Sunny Side Up or Over Easy?

Sometimes I sit here broken hearted thinking about the days

When I had no cares and lived everyday in a daze

I’m older now and have lots of mind left to grow

No end in sight for this power’s so slow

Wanting to make things better

Wanting to change the world

Forcing miracles to happen

Experimenting for cures

Running from place to place breaking my neck

Getting boney fingers and breaking a sweat

Drenched in fear, constantly looking for slack

Get me the hell out of here

There’s no time for that

What if life started differently new?

Would it contain a middle verse?

What if the past always changed?

Would it have a similar course?

If we were left for dead

Quickly would anyone show?

Laying so graciously still

Years worth of blanket thick snow

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