You and I in this beautiful world

There are still other made-up countries
Where we can hide forever,
Wasted with eternal desire and sadness,
Sucking the enterprise,
crooning the tunes,
naming the names.
Theres a cross on the road
there is a great mill turning.
Some seekinganswers.
some are born with answers
You can hold on to its blade and
turn around forever or be flung.
Lullaby a broken song
as it rocked we carried on.

We blame what is around us
We forego what surrounds us
well few think of a change
and fewer make 1
and i am not the one
and the one is out of none
no wonder we are spitting at the sun
we never have much fun

acting on my best behaviour
several hours and minutes
over dozen cups of coffee
mugs of snorting beer
endless smoke fumes
we 'discuss'
fulfilling what we crave for
i can go on
so can you
so can everybody
u will write and so will I
u r small and i am smaller
and if you are not even close
gees i am so so far

no matter where we go
well there we are.....