Sometimes I Don’t Know


My world, you see, it’s a lot like yours
Except for the closed windows and locked doors
I do take a peek to see what is new
When I poke my head out, here is the view:

There’s the threat of war for power and oil
By an unpopular invasion of foreign soil
And the sky is raining debris over Texas
That can’t do anything but sadly affect us.

After having seen all that I lock up, again
Put on the headphones and listen to Rundgren….

Sometimes I don’t know
Should I keep it that way?
Sometimes I don’t know
Should my ignorance stay?
Sometimes I don’t know
Once again I hide
Sometimes I don’t know
What to make of the outside….

My world, you see, it has its own shape
It provides me with means of easy escape
Sometimes I’m curious beyond my walls
But soon that compunction usually falls.

My ears are more privy than my eyes, you see
And what I hear sounds awful to me:
The layoff of thousands of women and men
I make my escape and listen to Rundgren….

Sometimes I don’t know
Should I keep it that way?
Sometimes I don’t know
Should this ignorance stay?
Sometimes I don’t know
So, once more I hide
Sometimes I don’t know
If I ever wanna go back outside.


2-1-2003

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