BAD LUCK

*BAD LUCK*

When life and thought goes hand in hand
And that hand becomes handicapped
Then to cure yourself you hold on tight
Against predators you give a fight
And you have your values and give it your best shot
And the rule changes from DO to DO NOT.

And so I sit here on a rainy day
And my brain just feels like a bale of hay
Through all the jumble they mean or not they say
To be bold in fight have I given me away.

And I feel they should know what I mean
And try to see the way I’ve seen
Because I’m stuck in quicksand, my fight is killing me
And as I drown, hate is filling me.

So I fight, I give up, do you think I’m weak
So many things to take up, the ones I really seek

So its me, just me
And I think the world is large
Because if it ain’t, it wouldn’t be this far.

The idle mind is a devil’s workshop
And its so idle right now, that the devil has stopped
And the devil doesn’t work here any more
There’s no work to do, idle, he was bored
Devil Devil come back again
Be with me also in pain
Make me work, take my brain
I’m too idle, make me insane.
A friend in need is friend indeed
I’m dry, so what, devil my need.
You stuck to me till now, hang on a little longer
I made you strong, your turn, make me stronger.

Run, run I’m deader than you
My blood is black, its redder in you
Funny to see you thin as a wick.

Coz E is me and C is you
If you grow, I grow faster than you
It seems science is just for us
It is so simple they make it such big fun.
SO DON’T RUN!!