Living on the railway to nowhere,
Every step I take lies a rusty memory.
The boards of time creek and moan
Like the voices of my distant past.
With a pack on my back I wander
This sea of madness we call earth.
Where all I've yet to see is real they say,
For the only world I know is manufactured.
Let knowledge saturate my calloused eyes,
Not only in reality, but it this dream; where
Only I lay sleeping, waiting, wondering...
When will life be what I have made it?
It is in this open coffin I breathe in the world
In hopes of seeing what I've truly desired.
Yet it is in the same air I find my answer,
That fate has a way of twisting destiny.
