there's an old man on a city bus

holding a candy cane

and it is'nt even christmas

he see's a note in the obituary

that his last friend has died

there's an inflant clinging

to his overweight mother in the cold

as they go to shop for cigarettes

as the spends her last dollar

on a bottle of vodka for tonight

and i guess it struck a nerve

like i had to squint my eyes

you can never get out

of the line of sight

like a barren winter day

or a patch of unburned green

like a tragic real dream

i guess it struck a nerve

every day i wander

in negative disposition

as i'm bombarded by superlatives

that i am not alone

introverted

i look to tomorrow for salvation

but i'm thinking altruistcally

and a wave of overwhelming doubt

turns me to stone

and i guess it thought my heart

we just haven't got time

to crack the maze

like a magic speeding clock

or a cancer in our cells

a collision in the dark

i guess it strunk a nerve

i try to close my eyes

but i cannot ignore the stimuli

if theres a purpose for us all

it remains a secret to me

don't ask me to justify my life