Life is a book And the Author is unknown I envision that he lives in A cabin on a mountain all alone And he constantly Paces back and forth Mustering up new ways To knock life off its course And the days that he feels pain We feel it too The days he is enraged We start a war without a clue Of our motive Bodies turning blue No commotion And he wonders why Along side me and you Or maybe that's just my excuse For when I'm feeling down My eccentric myth of reason Why your not around My prescription To sleep safe and sound My religion of this "Cat and mouse" Or maybe it's the guilt That godforsaken guilt I get When I lay down my head to rest I can't clear my head