God bless the innocent,
The naive, the gullible, the meek.
The world is waiting
To rape and plunder them.
Like lambs to the slaughter,
They readily give up
Whatever they have
To the next "kind" person,
T’was the Night Before Christmas. . .
And all through the garage,
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even the Dodge.
As I look out at you,
I am really looking in at my belief about you.
Maybe you don't exist at all in the way I think.
I've been fooled before by my fickle brain,
So hoping for a perfect match to my hallucination of life.
Only time will tell as you teach my brain to color you in different ways,
Ways that you decide.
So here i was laying in bed at 2am
Thinking all these beautiful and wonderful and craZY thoughts.
And I was confronted with the choice of trying to fall asleep
Or getting up like a stark raving lunatic
And firing up the old lap top and capturing them.
As you can see i did the later.