OKSauce
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Join date: Jun 2011
790 IQ
#1
A jazzy folk song, quite recently written.

I've got a lot on my mind
At this point in time
Paperwork to file, a beuracratic trial
Ten years of wandering
in an empty office block
Ten years of wondering
When I will get to the top

(chorus)
And sometimes I feel like Odysseus
On his way home from the war
This world is nothing but a wilderness
And I don't know what I'm searching for

My sandals are brown, my suit is black
My co-workers frown behind my back.
Ten years of wandering
In a world of empty words
Ten years of wondering
Are we really this absurd?

(chorus)
And sometimes I feel like Odysseus
On his way home from the war
This world is nothing but a wilderness
And I don't know what I'm searching for

My ideas are all filed and locked away
The only monsters that remain are the ones we pay
Ten years of wandering and trying to survive
Ten years of wondering when the future will arrive

(Bridge)
And I hear the sirens sing
Red lipstick and pretty things.
And I pray to my heathen gods
But there's no answer, true or false.

(Chorus)
And sometimes I feel like Odysseus
On his way home from the war
This world is nothing but a wilderness
And I don't know what I'm searching for