I Don’t Feel Much Wiser

I know I used to be
Well, things have changed
There is less of me
Slightly more deranged
Why wouldn’t you feel estranged

I was always looking
Tumbling around looking
Same time a lateral growth of realizing
Everything I knew was a baffling idea
All I know is a puzzling idealizing
I don’t feel much wiser
I don’t feel much wiser

But I’m not here right now
It’s been oh, so long
I might be in my way
I might be on my way
Out of my own sway
I might be on my way
Out of my own sway

I quit the talk
Now I’ll never have a writer’s block
Never know calling for me
It feels kind of lonely to be
Grumbling on papers
For no one and everyone to see

Have I lost, am I lost or have I lost it
My eyes are covered in grit
I need another pair of ears
I listened for, how many years
Are these mine or are these your fears
But what are these fears

But I’m not here right now
It’s been oh, so long
I might be in my way
I might be on my way
Out of my own sway

Out of my, be on my way
Be out of my own sway

But I’m not here right now
It’s been oh, so long
I might be in my way
I might be on my way
Out of my own sway

I might be on my way
Out of my own sway