Oh The World

Oh the world
it makes no sense, the world
the way we learn too late
Perhaps, are foiled by fate
Oh the world/ the maps are torn
the tracks are worn
the memories long
Elusive happiness
you change your shape
I lose your scent
still I’m hellbent on tracking you down
Where have you gone now?
Oh the world
it makes no sense, the world
though some connect the dots
and learn to laugh it up
You’re like a blindfolded kid
at a birthday bash
swinging at a paper horse
who gets to go last
Who gets to go last