another day in an expanding universe

Found myself in an ever expanding universe
Wondering if life is a gift or a curse

Waited so long to catch a ride on a shooting star
That never got me very far

Never found what I was searching for
Maybe, I never knocked on the right door

Began looking for an easy way out
Found myself guilty beyond any doubt

Nothing much was actually accomplished
Except the many fragments that were left demolished

Never got built up or let down by Buttercup
Scotty, Captain Kirk is ready to beam up

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Build Me Up Buttercup

The Foundations

lost souls

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disillusionment, disillusionment
disillusionment, disillusionment

I’m so tired of living a life
with no hope
no future, no tomorrow, no beauty
only sorrow

but the lost souls and the songs that I sing
the joy and happiness you bring
and the life that begins every spring

what does it mean?
what does it mean?
why is life so mean?
why can’t we wipe the slate clean?

but the lost souls and the songs that I sing
the joy and happiness you bring
and the life that begins every spring

“Lost Souls” © 1981 Ronald K. House

save it for another day

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would this now end with a broken heart
had it been a mistake from the start

was this love hopelessly one-sided
on a romantic path sadly misguided

no longer moving in the same direction
and somehow diverged without detection

revisiting everything said and done
taking apart the moments one by one

no point to just worry tonight away
all good questions for another day