We don't always get what we want
we very rarely get what we deserve
most often time, we stand in line
turning a corner to find a curve
Standing alone, at the end of the line
We fail to see beyond the bend
We shuffle along in our own blindness
until the light deblinds us, and then,
We see where we are headed
instantly taking a thousand steps back
except we must accept and find we're on
an express elevator to the beyond
and it's an expressly* one way track