I'm a young monkey,
Lost without a tree -
Swinging on vines in search of the key
to unlock the door
Into the room I'm already in.

I stand tall over my shadow,
Until the dawn of night strolls up,
Igniting conversation
About secrets and guilt and such
And showing me my own reflection
In the snot of society's death -
I'm a young monkey,
Lost without a path
To find the destination
Of which I'm already at.