Alone with life and to ponder its meaning
I find myself only dazed out and dreaming
Frivolous thoughts come quickly to me
Lost within life, just quietly being.
So long ago I found myself alone and serene
Independent, and depending on my independence,
For friends are few, and far between,
And love is lost within irony.
To much to fast to follow it all,
So I break it down and take the fall,
While burning bridges and cutting loose
With nothing but life and a bottle of booze.
So here I stand swelled with pride,
To be mowed down by another’s war cry,
And to the sound of silence’s screaming,
I listen close and find myself only dreaming.