Cornucopia

<br>Sipping life down through a straw, like Mardi Gras held in tired hands <br>Seek my restitution while I`m carving in the sand <br>Gotta strap it down gotta gotta strap it down to the battery of control Never the less I`ve fallin` from much higher walls <br>Yeah the chaos running wild All ingredients of denial <br><br>State of independence pushing way beyond the limits pushing pushing forward Still got me thinking to myself that a wealth of motivations gonna lunge me up The hill gotta lay it down gotta gotta lay it down spread it out but never thin Leave a little invitation for my well being Yea the pathways open wide all the avenues they collide <br>Cornucopia of all your angst and aggravation Beaming down upon the meaning <br><br>Grab a little life by the hand gotta understand keep my eyes ahead Checking in from a time to time with the visions in my head I`ll never understand probably never makes sense but it need not be so clear One of the simple reasons why we all are here