I Dont Know Why
Schism of Prism
by: Rob Paquin
Sitting, thinking
Cup filled
Drinking
Making, taking
Never blinking
Always sinking
Always winking
Ain't no nothing
Still I'm shrinking
Looking, liking
Should just go hiking
Before my anger
Gets to spiking
Like a Viking
I'm always striking
Casting down
All I'm disliking
Standing still
With no will
To decry
What they instill
Never will
Not until
The game has ended
And there comes the bill
Payed it
Played it
Yet you allayed it
Here i am
With all I've stated
Things abated
Greatness gated
Taking all the things
So baited
On the hook
A simple look
Judge my cover
But not my book
By hook or crook
It's all it took
To cast me down
That flowing brook
Missed the switch
Hit the glitch
Never knowing
Which is which
Pull the stitch
Create some hitch
Seams are opened
And expose the ditch
Yet I flow
It's all I know
Twisting, and turning
As I fall below
Like smooth water
Down I go
Through the drain
A quid pro quo
So here I sit
The random twit
Thinking how easy
It would be to quit
Turn on the spit
The fire lit
Another lesson
A binding writ
Mistakenly, misunderstood
Living, loving
Still no good
Doing all that I should
The way things go
Are the way things could
Necessity from within the hood
The executioner glares
But I withstood
~The Snowdog
© TheSnowdog - all rights reserved
by: Rob Paquin
Sitting, thinking
Cup filled
Drinking
Making, taking
Never blinking
Always sinking
Always winking
Ain't no nothing
Still I'm shrinking
Looking, liking
Should just go hiking
Before my anger
Gets to spiking
Like a Viking
I'm always striking
Casting down
All I'm disliking
Standing still
With no will
To decry
What they instill
Never will
Not until
The game has ended
And there comes the bill
Payed it
Played it
Yet you allayed it
Here i am
With all I've stated
Things abated
Greatness gated
Taking all the things
So baited
On the hook
A simple look
Judge my cover
But not my book
By hook or crook
It's all it took
To cast me down
That flowing brook
Missed the switch
Hit the glitch
Never knowing
Which is which
Pull the stitch
Create some hitch
Seams are opened
And expose the ditch
Yet I flow
It's all I know
Twisting, and turning
As I fall below
Like smooth water
Down I go
Through the drain
A quid pro quo
So here I sit
The random twit
Thinking how easy
It would be to quit
Turn on the spit
The fire lit
Another lesson
A binding writ
Mistakenly, misunderstood
Living, loving
Still no good
Doing all that I should
The way things go
Are the way things could
Necessity from within the hood
The executioner glares
But I withstood
~The Snowdog
© TheSnowdog - all rights reserved
