Puzzled on a Friday
morning.
I can tell you all your fears,
and never see my own.
I love you after a few beers,
say everything is fine.
One is a god and the other dog.
We all need direction,
no need for lying.
I used to think I knew the way,
woke up lost that same day.
I know what to do, don't want to now,
We used to be one person, but
that was Zen, this is Tao.
On the train I'll deal with pain,
but please don't do it now.
A few miles out I'll say good bye,
but you were always gone,
carry on, carry on.
Nothing wrong,
what is right,
another emotion,
another fight.
Struggle,
mind.
I'm too tired to try and care,
write a letter with a lock of hair.
Wrap me up and say good bye,
if you're in the country,
please drop by.
I will miss you,
don't know when,
but that was Tao,
this is Zen.
If you have the knowledge of the self,
you have the knowledge of the floss,
and no one can steal what can not be lost.
Two good souls cancel out one bad,
hard times ahead, but I'm still glad,
we got to get along,
sing the song,
can't go wrong,
carry on, carry on.