Quid & TomBombGrenade
Square One
Another day, another dollar; another way to squander
Yet another day. Tomorrow may not come this way and honestly
If it never does, often times I ponder
Whether or not I'd be at peace with that reality as fact
Another day, another dollar; another way to squander
Yet another day. Tomorrow may not come this way and honestly
If it never does, often times I ponder
Whether or not I'd be at peace with that reality as fact
Fact of the matter remains that which we cannot arrange
Or change to fit exact--according to personal preference--exits
Then it's back to the patternless maze; square one, so to speak
Reassess the need to breathe; decompress; at ease, but seek
To be connected. Admit it, confessions create conditions
Effective to those who listen intently and stay committed
This isn't for they who didn't, or those who don't know their limits
It's only for those who get it 'cause they won't need the assistance
Ambition: it lives in all of us, call it what you want to but
It's there. Regardless, to harness it isn't hard so just
Beware of the action, the passion cast, and the aftermath
Compared to normality; the reality of that which can't
Damn near immeasurable, and in an effort to pull
Myself up out of these ruts--adjust--I just keep venting until
The will resurfaces, reminding me what my purpose is
And of the day I made the choice to make this noise; the verdict's in
Another day, another dollar; another way to squander
Yet another day. Tomorrow may not come this way and honestly
If it never does, often times I ponder
Whether or not I'd be at peace with that reality as fact
Another day, another dollar; another way to squander
Yet another day. Tomorrow may not come this way and honestly
If it never does, often times I ponder
Whether or not I'd be at peace with that reality as fact
We're all dying, all slowly; all trying
To wall loneliness in and solve why we
Exist in the first place if it's all for nothing anyway
Investigation pending; may we one day make the steps it takes
To figure this mess out. Definitive. Set down
The ever-changing guesses, maybe commence the end of speculation
Trade it in for real answers; hate to say that seems a tad
Overly ambitious. Hopefully it isn't
The mission: to hear a calling but not all of us are offered one
It seems. Pardon the part where I don't remark on such
Extremes. Start with the art; my heart I impart, and what
This means to me personally is more than any currency
Integrity. The effort and energy which I spend on each
And every single step to be the best I can eventually
Will pay itself off; though not in dollars today
But a feeling of accomplishment tomorrow for change
Another day, another dollar; another way to squander
Yet another day. Tomorrow may not come this way and honestly
If it never does, often times I ponder
Whether or not I'd be at peace with that reality as fact
Another day, another dollar; another way to squander
Yet another day. Tomorrow may not come this way and honestly
If it never does, often times I ponder
Whether or not I'd be at peace with that reality as fact