Our different ways of seeing life
Is causing us a little strife
They've been shoving me in all directions
It's their disease and my infection
Their tears watering their faces
Tired of losing so many races
I can't stand to fight any longer
I am getting older not stronger
Small voices in my raging mind
The one I need I cannot find
So many shapes and colors confuse
A dying mind worn and abused
Strange times
With no reason and rhyme
Strange times
Without even a dime
Strange times
You can't even walk outside alone
Strange times
Another day has come and gone