In my reckless lifelong rambling

I saw a man break one day

Such a saint, he only lived on paint

He only spoke in prose

Gave his life to save his soul



When he walked out one day

He said, "please don't believe them

They never understand the triumph the goal of victory

Tell them flippant things and starlet rings

And eyes and nervous laughter

But never say what's on your mind."



Who's gonna take?

And who's gonna swallow?

All these empty dreams back

What of tomorrow?



Wanting more for no abilities

Is this for whom we must provide?

Curse this thing that's called achievement

Curse your striding bounds

Kill the fire in your eyes



Who's gonna take?

And who's gonna swallow?

All these empty dreams back

What of tomorrow?



You see it

But could you ever believe it?

Your fate

But could you really heed it?

Can't help it

But can you bend your back like this?



Take your damn lies and go

I shrugged this world off my shoulders

Pretty crowds who speak and clouds

Great wits of conversation

Skim this life but never live


more