When the wisdom gets lost and stumbles all around
How will you stay on the ground?
Oh Mr. Cat, Mr. Cat, what do you think of that?
Well, well, would you look at the time?
Mr. Cat, Mr. Cat, does the earth feel flat?
Is it already past nine?
If we could keep up the illusion that the clock will never change,
Wouldn't our lives be strange?
Maybe we lie to ourselves a little too much now
But the truth must reach us somehow
Moving forward, our arms know exactly what to do
But you can't move your legs, can you?
We spend all our time trying to hide
That something's rotted away inside
Good things don't last forever, now, isn't that right?
But for some reason we still keep up the fight
Oh Mr. Cat, Mr. Cat, what do you think of that?
Oh my, would you look at the time?
Mr. Cat, Mr. Cat, does the earth feel flat?
Is it already past nine?
If we could keep up the illusion that our worlds will never change,
Wouldn't our lives be strange?
Nothing lasts forever but the same day repeats again
Will you always be around, then?
How many times have I told myself that lie
That there are some things that can never die?
Good things don't last forever, but still I pretend
That the best things don't deserve to end
Dear Mr. Cat, Mr. Cat, what do you think of that?
Do you still know that things are okay?
Mr. Cat, Mr. Cat, does the earth feel flat?
Will you live to see another day?
Mr. Cat, Mr. Cat, do you know where you are?
Is there anything that you can still see?
Mr. Cat, Mr. Cat, have you wandered so far
That you're even more lost than me?
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
ŞiirIdk sometimes I write stuff I guess. Some of it's alright and I don't know where else to put it so I'll just put it all here Most of them are very personal and some of them may not make sense to anyone. I write these mostly for myself, but I figured...
