Propaganda

I walked by on the road today
You saw and asked me to stay
But I said no and went on my way
I am still Restless and walk on to this day

I never was sad, upset, or lonely
I was A Little Glad to have met you only
I have my thoughts and my State of Mind
That compel me forward like a wind of that kid

If I didn't speak it's just because
I get angry just like everyone does
And when that is so I don't like to talk
And I don't want a ride, I'd rather walk

Though my anger is not caused by you
I won't hesitate to yell at you too
For I know that's what I would do
So that is why, Lipless, I'll just walk on through

I walk to clear my thoughts and emotions
And this is just so you get the notion
That I just need some time to myself
To play with my anger and put it back on the shelf

I just need the air to surge through my mind
Refresh my soul so I can rewind
I will be back with just a little Time
'Less it is really that much of a crime

All I must do is Turn the Page
And soon again I'll remember my age
Look at the readings of my emotional gauge
Rewrite the setting of my theoretical stage

This is when I heard the tune
Wafting down to me from the moon
I saw that you just Living Your Music
I swayed a little as I listened to it

There you were, my Little Friend
Playing and playing as if there's no end
Then the song changed, and from the construction
Came to my ears The Song of Destruction

Horrified, scared, I ran through Double Doors
Crying and cringing I fell to the floor
The building kept crumbling forever more
This was the very start of the war

A few years later I would be found
Sitting in a bar or laying on the ground
I'll Have Another was my favorite phrase
It's no Coincidence, I'd Lost my way

When I got old, I moved to the shore
Telling old stories and running a store
Occasionally I'd take A Glance at the Sea
And I'd have to Blink or the tears would get me

You were here with me not long ago
You cleaned my up, just for show
But as we got older you had to go
The Parting still hurts me, just so you know

Sometimes a youngsters asks me of my younger days
I have to sit there and clear out the haze
Staring into the Sun's glaring blaze
And say, "I walked to school, Uphill Both Ways."