Mr. Wanzalla where you headin’ to today,
He said I’m going places I’ve never been,
Mr. Wanzalla watcha lookin’ for there,
He said I don’t know, I still just don’t care,
Take a trip right off the map,
A compass only gets you lost
With the illusion of being found,
So let’s swim off into a pool of B,
Soon you’ll understand it’s just another way to be,
Like a wise southern woman once wrote,
“Some things’ll get some folks some wheres”
Guess what Wanzalla has to say ‘bout that,
He says well I don’t know, I sure’s hell don’t care,
Cause my own words, are all that I can use,
To keep me sane, to keep me amused,
And when they run out, I still won’t care,
Cause this is now, and that is there,
So take a trip right off the map,
Holding tighter only makes you weaker when you fall
So let’s swim off into a pool of C,
soon you’ll see, it’s just another way to B,
If at first you think you cannot see,
Soon you’ll understand, it’s another way to be
Friday, May 9, 2008
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