If a Tree Falls in the Woods

If a tree falls in the woods

When i come into a room

Full of people they’re my species

Knowing no one I feel more alone

Than by my lonesome if a tree falls in the woods….

But when I come back to my room

Sit between piles and my personal things

How much time and resource wasted

Instead of group purchasing and sharing I feel the void created by filling a void

Driving into work one day i thought of driving in another day

And then my mind unraveled as I traveled

And before I know it i was sitting in the parking lot again

Then on friday you come my way

On the highway drivers stuck while trying to get somewhere fast

- always got to get somewhere before somebody else-

And yet how many do we know that really have some urgent place to go?

When i pull into a spot

Under your big glaring beady

Eyes i wish i decided to walk just a bit

Further to reach this mediocre destination

But when i think of ogres made of meaty spots and beady

Eyes that surprise of my ‘magination makes

This blase situation fine

Pulling in my driveway

I thought of that same thing another day

And as my mind it spiraled on how i traveled

Before i know it i was sitting in my car like its my friend

Then on Friday things just seem to melt away

I felt a space instead of bricks and blocks

Of time and clocks

And before i knew it i was right back inside my head again

When i come into a room

Full of people they’re my species

Knowing no one I feel more alone

Than by my lonesome if a tree falls in the woods.