Sometimes monkeys fly. But only for a brief second

Everybody tells me to move on

They don't know what I'm missing

To them it's all gold coated

Whatever happened is bogus

We bred resentments

Made beds we wouldn't sleep on

Fame and fortune is the drive

If not wilfulness

The heart wanted love

I guess the chef was misguided

The broth was overcooked

It's easy to be cynical

Even easier to capitalize on it

And make people believe you