What is wrong with me or more to the question what is wrong with the world. I wish I knew but, I don't have a clue. Dream of the grand quest in life But, go on an adventure I don't simply I won't. Stuck in a rut and feeling so very blue. Look foreword to the future I wish it was true. The past is no more then History something of a memory stew. I slip a cup to get that warm feeling all the way through. I think, I wounder, I just sit there and pounder. Nothing comes but air in my lungs. Put my hands over my heart to feel the beating, listening, as it plays its part. Wounder whats my place wheres the smarts. All I see is slavery on a massive sc