Doomed to wander endlessly
Searching for a simple key
Happiness you will not find
At the bottom of the line
It's the oldest lie they tell
That you "grow" as your grow old
Not without a certain stench
Of ignorance and self neglect
This will
Kill you
You will
Suffer
You can't
See straight
Now it's
Too late
Isn't anybody gonna show up?
How come it won't stop hurting?
Please
Let me know none of this is really real
Repeat, repeat and endless hole
Struggling to hold it all
Like so many times before
Wings were clipped before you could soar
Gifted one like all the rest
Too gifted to just flea the nest
Left with nothing but to rot
Searching for what time forgot
I've been getting better
You've been growing less clever