twine

so now i'm all tied up
well, maybe i could get free if you weren't tied to me.
be careful now, it's pretty rough. i really hope it doesn't hurt too much
or i could never forgive myself.
but it's not so bad, considering we're wrapped in twine.
it's really quite a life.
reflection is the key, but i'm sure we'll be just fine.

absurdity and me, well, in the end we fare just fine.
a child could break a string, why are we helpless here in twine?
and as the cosmos laughs and calls the last stop on the line
there is no need for grief. this is a comedy divine.

this was a bad idea.
or just the best one i've ever had,
but then that's hard to understand.
so if i can't get up or to my feet,
well, is it worse if someone sees
or if we can't go out to eat?
i could make a plan to get us free
but i'm not sure because i don't think there's somewhere i'd rather be
reflection is the way
but i'm not bored or anything.

circumstance and me,
it's like a compass to tell the time.
a child could break a string
why's that the last thing on my mind?
it's the cosmos' favorite joke
but then, it drives the school bus blind.
there is no need to think. it's just a comedy divine.