by Ken Knox

Do you ever wonder why we build ‘em up so high Is it just to bring them down again? And can we be that certain when we see the final curtain That the show will end? How can we really know what an animal can see Or that man came from the sky or emerged from the sea? Can you tell the difference in the darkness of the night Between a brown cat or a white? Mystery and gladness, I’m living in a madness Of my on choosing Answers to my questions are pending the suggestion That I’m losing my mind I’m goin’ crazy Crazy for the answers to my years I’m goin’ crazy Everytime you shed those lonely tears I never needed anyone I never stopped til I was done You should have needed me before I would have heeded to your call But now I’m crazy Crazy in the circles of my mind You send me crazy Crazy for the time that you weren’t mine Now the tide is in we can go back and then begin Where it was and is again may not be still, but then Mystery and gladness, I’m living in a madness Of my on choosing Answers to my questions are pending the suggestion That I’m losing, my mind