Painting Ape

Down the halls of mediocrity, the echoes of insanity
Falling down, the fools are laughing
They know the reason, they can’t be happy now
Great, what does it mean to be great? To feel like it every day
In the land of second places the rule of thumb is try not to say it
Just hold your tongue and say it nicely
You change the subject ever so politely now
True, what does it mean to be true? Feeling your point of view
Work, keep working on it, work, keep working on it
Sometimes it could feel just like we’re almost done
Endless streams of repetition
It looks like we’re all wishing for something different
Paint your brain a thousand colors
When every color outside is black and white
We don’t know which way we’re really going
Wait, I know the right way, please, just wait a second
Stop, shut up the children, I know where I am