Archeopteryx Poem by J.M Berger

ooh
watching the zombies meander
ooh
got no brains but they still know all the answers
they ask you what to do
but they don't listen to you
they only pay attention
to what the TV says

ooh
some daily zombie chores
ooh
yeah it seems awfully boring
but it's all the same to them
can't form thoughts memories turned to sand
maybe they'll live forever
but i wouldn't call that a life

hold a mirror up to the soul
does it crack or does it glisten?
just because i already know the answer
doesn't make the question not worth asking

ooh
never let me get that way
ooh
please don't take my dreams away
i know i don't get much done
don't look like i'm having much fun
but what little the little things mean to me
is an awful lot

ooh
i want to be with you
ooh
but loving you will never do
cause i'm a shy young man
who never acts on his plans
maybe some day i'll change
but until then, i'll just hover somewhere around

you can call me lord greystroke
king of the suburban jungle
maybe i've been lost and disoriented
but i'm coming around, slowly

and like birds
they will head south for the winter
the winter years of their lives