Village Idiot Publishing (C) 2000 Diary of a Spirit
VANITY
Where is the one who knows my name,
The one that they all, bring to shame.
It isn't really fun to think,
There isn't anyone at all.
Times and times, and times and times.
Silly things, which don't make sense.
So they say, And so they do,
And yet I think there is no truth.
But night fall comes, and day is done,
Where did they go, the ones that loved.
Sitting here waiting, Closing my eyes,
Wondering when the hell I will die.
A peaceful day to see and love,
What am I doing here, and why should l care.
Destiny, destiny; Oh how they rave.
Where does it lead them, strait to the grave.
Love and honor, once was goal,
Now it's in the background, and under the rug.
Simple humility, the key to it all,
But who can afford it, who can withdraw.
Silence and siblings, and everything sweet,
Time is of the essence, if it matches the beat.
And yet I wonder, What was it worth,
It seems so fruitless, in view of it all.
It seems so silly, it seems so long,
Why did it happen, how can I stall.
Holiness was once, the dream of my life,
Now there's just discouragement,
Time has run out.
Oh how it was, when I was a child,
Free from it all, not a twig could I harm.
Wishing it could be the way it once was,
Starting all over, knowing it all.
But what is wisdom, but to share with all.
There's no one to listen,
It's all gone wrong.
Be with me tomorrow, if I wake in the dawn.
Guide me with wisdom, that comes from within.
And I would that they should hear you,
And take heed to your voice.
But it doesn't seem natural, that they would subscribe.
And now it's over, but just for a day.
And tomorrow I'll wait, to hear you call my name.