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Random Thoughts While at Work
Thinking about my childhood, trying to make sense of it, in between doing my job (typing)
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I was too young,

And I couldn't see

That because of you,

Your wife hated me.



I was your favorite

But she couldn't savor it

She was jealous, you see

Jealous of you and me



I came between you two,

Not even meaning to

But you doted on me

Inciting her jealousy



Mom and I never got along

We never sang a happy song

I was west and she was east

We were opposites, to say the least



After you went away

Things got worse, I'll say

She missed you too, you see

But she took it out on me



She beat me up, it's true

There was nothing I could do

I couldn't even get away

I'll never, ever forget that day



She got all of her anger out

She didn't even have to shout

She just kept hitting me hard

My heart and my soul became marred



Years later, she said you cheated on her

But I don't remember, it's all a blur

It's true, you might have had a fling

Even you, my hero, could do such a thing



We're all only human

We each have our faults

And I can't even

Dance to the waltz



I'm far from perfect

I'll never be good

All my intentions

Are misunderstood



Now I'm getting old

And my soul is sold

To my fretful past

Did I have a blast?



I only did what humans do

But to myself, I hardly was true

Sometimes I really tried my best

But then slacked off on all the rest



I hope we're all better

When we get to heaven

If we'll live forever

I don't want to be dreadin'



Seeing everybody again

All of my family and my friends

Who knows how we'll all get along

If anyone's right, or anyone's wrong



Maybe it all just doesn't even matter

What if our sad songs don't get any sadder

Than when we did time on planet earth

When we were prisoners from our very birth



To the day that we died, and some people cried

Maybe that was the reason he was crucified

So that in our next life, there will be no more tears

No more pain, and no more fears



No more greed, and no selfishness

Only for God's love, will we lust

No more lies, no more pretense

No high court, and no defense



Then we'll really, really be free

When we reach our final destiny

There will be joy like we've never known

After all our long journeys, we'll finally be home



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