Questions

People seem to talk People seem to wonder But no one ever shouts quite loudly as the thunder I always wonder if its over Or if it will ever end Confusing my associates with what we would call friends I’m not saying I’m lonely I’m not saying I’m happy Some of these woman want me But I just can’t let anyone have me Surrounded by these questions Surrounded by my wonders Speaking with my mentor as I count down days till summer The heat it really changes me Gives me some belief I’m the man within these weeks From may to July everyone will ask me why Why do you spend your summers with these women as your high And why you take your winters slow and just let the time fly by But I don’t wanna get to deep and say some things I can repeat So before my times approaches me I must say I will retreat.