I'll get a life
Where can I find one?
I've chased a dream spun by folly
Fate is not cruel, it is my own psychology
A soul cannot be satisfied by numbers
For those at the summit
Jump off to the base
Peak to perish, garish to cherish
Consecutively nightmarish
What face do I perceive?
Is this really me?
Caught up in the feckless and reckless
Ignoring all the life
I have wasted over time
Was my time truly mine?
Or am I a slave to bloodlines and deadlines?