I was once on this Road Rather Reprise
Don't think I was going anywhere
Going forward seemed like going backward
Survival was all I cared
Did that make me anyhting more
Than the vultures flew
And scavenged off the dead?
Futility- was my first clue!
Am I doing justice to myself?
Doing what everyone else is doing?
Overlooking all the reasons
Scampering! Killing! Urbanizing! Life! Living??
Mirror on the wall reflects my face
But all I see is a death's head
Only to travel to another time and place
When I shall lie in my death-bed
Resort to cynicism
I'm entrapped; I want to die
All seems meaningless
Everything is a lie!
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