In the mist of the morning
I lose my way
Through the haze and the fog
I must find a way
Dutiful and progress are my lock and key
The day wears on
My soul wears thin
My shadow I cast is long and proud
Am i the only one
Who is happy to be alive
I'm driven by no purpose
No sense of self release
My language i speak
Is that of the murdered
the meager and the weak
The universe in infinite
our lives are so very short
to live a full life
on this plane we call earth