Me.
Typical.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Ten fingers counting we have each
Nine planets around the sun repeat
Eight ball will last if you triumphant be
Seven oceans pummel the shores of the sea
It's a typical situation
In these typical times
Too many choices
It all comes down to nothing
Six senses feeling
Five around a sense of self
Four seasons turn on and turn off
I can see three corners from my corner
Two’s a perfect number
But one, well
Everybody's happy
Everybody's free
We'll keep the big door open
Everyone will come around
Why are you different?
Why are you that way?
If you don't get in line
We'll lock you away
It's a typical situation
In these typical times
Too many choices
We can’t do a thing about it
It’s a typical situation in these typical times..
Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 9:35 PM