When you step past the depth of life
You step into a world of confusion
Almost like a parallel universe
Or just a simplistic illusion.
You fall into a mirror world
But never see your face.
You reflect on other's whys and views
But never get a taste.
You kick a rock to skip the stones
But never consider why.
You strap on wings to get a feel
But never learned to fly.
You walk on sidewalks just to get
From point A to point whatever
But never bring a rain-coat coat
To never the weathery whether.
You wallow in your own self-pity
A parade no one attends.
You ride on balloon strings just to float
But never tie the ends.
You twist your head to screw it off
Lose your mind just for a day.
Haunt the grounds like masquerades
But don't intend to play.
You push beyond the cover
Try to break the mold
You force your heart to smile
Though it does get very old.
You pick them out, you weed them out
Like burnt potato fries
You walk right by the broken roads
But never get a prize.
You ride the roads without the wheels
You kick back to the streets.
'Til you fall right through the open cracks
And the cycle then repeats.