What's Goin ' on Song

What's Goin ' on Song

A Poem by LynGeist
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Lyrical song/poem

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I woke up one day and said
Hey what's goin on?
My life is over but it hasn't yet begun.
The years fly past
but time
has hardly moved at all.
I'm on the brink of danger,
But I'm laughing through it all
What happened to my yesterday? I'm not ready for the next day.
Somewhere I must have gotten lost,
somewhere along the way.
I didn't know how much it cost, didn't know the price I'd pay.
Now it seems with every backward glance,
Tomorrow's turning gray
Troubles knocking on my door,
So instead I look ahead,
Wait. I've seen its face before.
From the gloomy coat it sheds.
I'm tired of the lonely fight, the constant drone of pain,
I've had enough, I'm giving up, there's not enough to gain.
What happened to my yesterday? I'm not ready for the next day.
Somewhere I must have gotten lost,
somewhere along the way.
I didn't know how much it cost,
Didn't know the price I'd pay.
Now it seems with every backward glance
Tomorrow's turning gray.
Then in the early frozen morning, the same old sun will shine,
Lapping up the dew drops
A master of design.
The guilty and the Innocent,
The sultry and the prude
All seem to stand against me,
With vengeful attitude.
What happened to my yesterday
I'm not ready for the next day
Somewhere I must have gotten lost
Somewhere along the way.
I didn't know how much it cost,
Didn't know the price I'd pay,
Now it seems with every backward glance Tomorrow's turning gray.
With every single backward glance
The piper wants his pay.

© 2013 LynGeist


Author's Note

LynGeist
Started off as a song, not sure what it turned into.. Hahaha. Please dont be shy. If you don't like it I Really want to know. I take suggestions well.

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LynGeist
LynGeist

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