Ways of Thought
(written by Saskia Boree)
Where should it go with Mother Earth
When we people propagate
And give still births?
Where should we go, we're all sinners
What makes us believe,
That we're winners?
Why couldn't we just talk about
Only talk about other ways of thought?
Maybe it doesn't make any ashes
To think that I'm caged between those glasses
The people who think that they're clever
They said: ' Drown yourself forever
And burry yourself on a cemetry'
They're bother me, and they deceive
Maybe I'm the biggest fool
' Cause I make myself wise
That I everyone could believe
But is it the real me?
Maybe it doesn't make any sense
To think that I'm caged behind this fence
The people who makes me believe
They said: ' Drown yourself in grief'
Those ones are crackbrained, and think
That they everything and always know
While wise ones think the other way round
And say: ' We don't think so, and
we're don't really know.'
Where Am I today?
My illusion, I'm talking in circles
My conclusion, I'm still talking about
Wish I could float away
Like the wise ones think the other ways round
While I should find, but not astray
One day I float away
On my ways of thought
Produced by SJM-productions, 2006/ 2007
