I’ve been drifting along in a stormy bubble
The things I think about have got my mind in a huddle
I belong at the top but I’m still in the dark
I’ve been waiting too long to ignite my spark
I’d better ask now or I’ll miss the last dance
Love is in my heart but it isn’t romance
The angels have passed on many a message
God’s back aches so much he needs a massage
Old people look kindly at my youthful high spirits
They have sussed out I already know some of life’s secrets
I watch and learn from everything I see
Trying to discover what it means to be me
It is strange to grow up, you have to try to be an adult
Even though I’ll never belong to that weird occult
The end is nigh unless I act soon
Before I’ve got started, I’m already a loon
I’ve got a successful void to fulfil
It won’t be easy to climb the steep hill
Once I try to lift the weight from my heavy shoulder
Like Jesus before me, I will roll the boulder
The problem lies in the weed that I smoke
It all started when a friend gave me a toke
If I don’t buy any I will not have any to light up
But I’m addicted to breathing with an altered hiccup
Cheers!
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