posted on Jul, 27 2007 @ 01:14 PM
With all my faults, I've come to grips,
But through my arms and hands they slip,
So many once, but now just two,
Let's call them now, "Hey me", "Hey fool?"
I never know which one will show,
My mind at times an unsteady flow,
Of imperfections, twisted views,
Oh, I hope it's not the fool.
Cause if it's me then sense should bide,
some time to talk, to think, decide,
The mirror tells of moody blues,
when questions beckon me and fool.
We are the way we are you see,
cause I'm the fool and fool is me.