I can't seem to find it
I wonder what it is
My feathers have been plucked
My hands are in a fist

My brain is on the sidewalk
I think I see a storm
It looks a little too cloudy
For a nice game of croquet

Twelve year olds don't matter much x16

Where is the finish line? x24
same with me... Sry I acn't give you a decent crit...but this is...confusing. You sure you're trying to say something? Anyway, I like the where's the finish line
It does sound fairly quirky. Kinda reminds me of Muse's 'Knights Of Cydonia'. Nice work. The piece in my sig's a little similar to this piece, I think. Check it out, please.