Went With the Count

Well I’m writing it down, but I’ll scribble it out,
Oh these words have a way of losing their clout,
For I’m watching these steps, still facing the ground
Without lifting this head or looking around,
It’s so obvious now that it’s been figured out
But who’s holding the map and plotting the route,
You won’t open your eyes
You’ll open your mouth
And you’re caught in the causeway in need of an out.
So it’s right or it’s left or it’s somewhere between
But the only thing said was to look and you’ll see,
The answer is near the answer is deep,
Well thought out and pictured and part of the scheme,
Hey you looking around this is not what you thought
Would become of your choice,
And you figured it out,
You can’t turn your back on this maze we call life.
Well you went with the count
One, two, three, and four.
With no hesitation, no settling scores.
And I fell from your sight,
I fell so much more,
And I wanted only...
Well I’m writing it down, but I’ll scribble it out,
Oh these words have a way, of losing their clout,
Expectation, composition, and it’s only tracings.
Hey you, looking around,
This is not what you thought
Would become of your choice.
And you, figured it out,
You can’t turn your back on this maze we call life,
Hey you looking around,
This is not what you thought
Would become of your choice,
And you figured it out,
You can’t turn your back on this maze we call life,
Hey you looking around this is not what you thought
Would become of your choice and
You figured it out,
You can’t turn your back on this maze we call life