Just Another Sunday Morning
By Alfred Frankie Mayhew III

Sorry I wasn't there with you
I can't be everywhere you see
Sorry I don't believe the same as you
I know I'm alone
Yeah
All of you believe something other than me
One, won
Another, the other
But I lose since I have no power
Whether it be in direction or in number
So sorry
For being number two
In all aspects
Sometimes the one you don't see drives everything you do
But who cares when all the surface is that
Ashamed of it
Who really knows?
Construction materializes as a bridge
Over what was reported an impassable ridge
Momentum mounts, conspiracy counts
But that is what passing time is all about
Consider one moment the contagious clout
This is the only way I can tell
That I fell over drunkenly
So things didn't really turn out well

Since I sold my story thoughtlessly
And let myself out of that hell
Ramble on about your failed responsibility
Your perception clouds out my true ability
Rattling your cage, abating the rage
In theory a sage, really just letters on the page

Patterns hold up the sky for all to see,
But not all designs had the same mold
So stop talking about that stupid tree
Le me go so the
Dead can just be old.

 

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