Exercise in Futility
Kasson Crooker
I exercise in
Futility, it
Keeps me fit and
Makes me thin. I
Venture out into
The bleak light
On a lark, on
A random whim. You
Overwhelm my
Sense of balance. I
Hold it tight
Keep it close
And controlled and within
This chemistry can
Only create more
Disbelief
You call the shots
You hold all the reins tied to me
Yours is the voice of uncertainty
Where is this path you are leading me?
Some sort of twisted methodology
I may be deaf, but I still can see
Yours is the voice of uncertainty
Where is this path you are leading me?
Some sort of twisted methodology
I may be deaf, but I still can see
