i know a man

who doesnt have many friends

i know a place he lives

where trouble never ends

i know its hard for him

to read 'tween the lines

and his days are getting so much shorter

he simply turns away

instead of bearing down

his ship is crumbling

his crew is one of clowns

he doesnt care

as long as he can wear the crown

i know this man all too well

its my poor friend me

a portrayal of the great dichotomy

(a reminder of a tragic history)

its my poor friend me

and im running out of steam

i know there are people

who are cynical and vane

they point their finger

'cuz they can't accept the blame

they live their lives

under a blanket of shame and their progeny

crawl from underneath it

lately i've come

to see the solution

and it begins with me

but i'm so fallibly human

i've picked the lot