Massage Envy

I have massage envy because you are not rubbing me the right way
Parts of my body are starting to revolt at the thought of solitary confinement
Begging for freedom mind, body, and spirit with time to play
The reading is just too hard our teacher should have given a better assignment.

Goodbye, it’s been really nice to know you
My hands are numb from sitting on them and my mouth may as well be wired shut
Like poker chips in Vegas my feelings you have blown through
And now my 4 by 4 is a 2 by 4 and has no hope of ever getting out of this rut

We are all an integral part of an infinite symphony where light meets sound millions of times over
We are all representations of chaos standing still long enough to be the beauty in the eye of the beholder
You can call it like you see it because I know for sure that I will
Time is nothing but packing peanuts in which our heads are filled.

It seems like I have lost hope because this world has lost its essence
And I am no longer overcome with the joy of the sun’s presence
If it seems like I forgot what hope means then you are more than likely correct
When you are lost in exploration you never know what to expect
Which ideas to reject
Or which people to protect

Maybe the silver package has the best deal
Maybe they spell out which truths are real
Or maybe it is all left to chance
But I don’t want to leave until I see this mother lover dance!

Just to see everything crumble in on its self
And to see people reaching who didn’t think they needed help
Just for everyone to walk in each other’s shoes
And start piecing together humanity from the hundreds of years of clues.