Glancing past my meat filled fork,
over the shoulder of my sweet wife,
While glancing past my meat filled fork,
and over the shoulder of my sweet wife,
I humbly saw two cars approach;
except for hue they were made the same.
I'm a peculiar boy, who's not like the rest.
Empowered by valor, but still never the best.
One omnipotent goal sources all of my will.
'To provide for a family whom my heart can fill.'
I saw a crow perched on the sill of life,
he speaks in silent words.
His viciousness intoxicates your desires,
it dwells in your vicious thirst.
Not everything is how it seems.
Mistaking truth may break some dreams.
For 'good health' generalize what I seek,
don't look for meanings I do not speak.