19 July 2012
I've been sorting out my iTunes,
All my beats and tunes and things,
From Gaga to Aerosmith,
To BFS and We The Kings.
When all of a sudden I realise
Much to my OCD's dismay
Some songs from the same albums
Had rearranged themselves today!
Those who stood as brothers,
Tracks of the same grand scheme,
Now stood separate, divided
In a rage against the machine.
I sat there with my head in hands
How could this travesty be?
And while I sat there
A thought, it dawned on me.
If this is the only little thing
That bothers my heart so
Then I'm incredibly lucky
That this is my current low.
There's people out there dying,
Starving, thirsting, weak,
People being shot down in Syria
And Afghanistan every week.
There's people out there homeless
With nothing to call there own,
So what right have I
To stomp and groan and moan?
Now, although it pains me,
I leave my songs in disarray
Because if that's all that is wrong
I'm having a very good day.
Food For Thought • Opuss № I