Lyrics

feels good to make fun
one collective cliche
collected wrote it down
and passed around
laughed aloud and shook heads
in agreement with
whatever joke was played
but it doesn't apply to you
only a fringe of mind
or a different collective
and you are at the outskirts
looking in
i feel it all but can't express
words like a freight train
that's running through my head
its going nowhere
the first that iever spoke
its not a joke
but i hope from a burst
of inspiration
and not the deafening silence
in my mind
maybe someday i'll
find out where i'm going
maybe someday i'll
forget where i've been