AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A LOST SOUL
What should I do?
I never could decide.
Though options were before me,
I found no place to hide.
I didn't ask to be here.
It feels I'm uninvited.
Though most would reassure me
that I should be delighted.
Circumstances made me,
will likely make my Way.
I came into the World
it seems but yesterday.
The path I should have taken
was never very clear;
most seemed but monotonous
tedious and drear.
I ended choosing none
but opted for some fun,
watching others toil,
extracting from the soil.
I did not participate.
I thought the game so droll;
never once ingratiate
myself to such control.
And now the time draws near,
or so I've heard it said.
With every passing year,
I'm closer to the dead.
But that will likely bore me too,
unless it's nothingness.
If not, I'm sure there is a Way
back to this dreariness.
Desert of Tears (2002)