A revolutionary conclusion
Starts with a massive intrusion
Into the normal ways of thinking
Going about
Normally won’t be the change
That this idea has made
It will come at the worst moment
Or the best in reflection
What comes from a new way of thinking
Is always the best
We are carried in the carriage
Ragged and old
We must find new wheels
New axels
Our carriage can’t carry
Us much longer
Not like this
We are going to break the carriage
Disparage
Can we please fix the carriage
The wandering heart
Is a stranger in a coat
A scarecrow vintage and old
Left me many years ago
The wandering heart knows no home
Roaming the land looking for those it knows
But rather unknown
This heart I have
The wandering heart is a shed in the forest
Unattended and porous
Moss strewn floors
To young hearts it has been abetted and undone
My wandering heart grows cold
Looking for light in a dark circle of a world
Revolving on hearts pumping
Focused on a world of skepticism and critique
My heart is growing cold
If I could only recall the way out
The way in was much more difficult
But the easiest seems now whimsical
Overbearing
The thicket of bushes on the left
When we entered
The gargoyle on the right
We passed some rock walls as well
Or maybe not
But somehow
We ended up here
Lost and wandering
Altogether hopeless romantics
Stuck in a world of antics
Critics
Hopeful
Deadbeats
How did we end up here again
Should we start over
Not an option altogether
We had better hope the sun will rise in the east
Set in the west
That will be our best bet
To find our way out
A Cup of Songwriting 