Is the only way to walk the way that everyone was taught?
Or do we all just do that ‘cause we all consider it the
norm?
An imaginary storm put the sparkle in your eye,
With the promise of a farther who knew deep down it was a
lie.
The only promise in this life that’s ever kept is that we
die
But I promise you right now that I’m a complicated sight.
I walk slightly with a list, my axis has a tilt
I’m not sure why I’m saying this; perhaps it’s just the
guilt.
Do you remember when they used to sell Smarties in a tube?
Well I kind of, sort of, maybe accidently stole a few.
But the point I wish to make is there’s an Elephant in the
room.
And he’s sick of being brushed under the carpet with a
broom.
So unless a stampede is your major goal in life,
I advise you learn to walk afresh and practice once or
twice.
