Living a pipe-dream, I realise,
This life ain't what we despise.
Greedy with desires, running on a course,
Not being content, filled with remorse.
Taking a step back, I see what it's like,
Chugging along parallel lines, is what we call life.
A line of desires, a line which we are on,
An illusion of convergence, that's all we've got.
So rage along your path, keeping on the smile,
Life is not a destination, but a journey worth each mile.