So as of late,
We are all puppets of fate.
There can be no debate.
We're locked in a stalemate.
But it's not all cyclical.
It's not all cynical.
It can be good.
Which is of course evil's reciprocal.
Not all thorns.
Not all horns.
Billboards full of hope.
Missed chances forlorn.
But keep a smile on.
Keep it piled on.
No matter how adult it is.
Keep your inner child on.
Because it's merry-go-rounds.
And cotton candy.
Marshmellow peeps.
Life's grand and dandy.
10-speed bikes and autumn leaves.
Not always hangovers and dry heaves.
Easy like mac.
Play some Brick Attack.
Chow down on those pellets.
Like man, first name PAC.
Insert your token.
Joystick smokin'.
Life's been good
Since your first word was spoken.
It's a powerful art.
A good way to start.
A window to the soul
A doggie door to the heart.
So try and act smart.
Get up, do your part.
It's still okay to giggle when someone mentions farts.
Being a child older.
Head craned over the shoulder.
Topple foreign countries.
While playing toy soldier.
So fate's got us by the strings.
Dangling our lives.
Charming boys, sweeter girls.
Barbies, and bee hives.
Kool-aid and watermelon.
Lemonaid stand, girl-scout cookie sellin'.
Indoor voices, forget it! YELLIN'!
Mathmatics, cursive writing, spelling.
Impulsive little kids compelling.
BUY EVERYTHING THE T.V'S SELLING.
So call me a marionette.
Because I don't forget.
My life is full of good times,
Not just all regret.