whatever made him this way
must have been the lowest of low
shuffling his feet one after the other
down the busy street, which would remain busy,
trying to make the best of these relentless days.

how could life become so demanding on a single soul?
why is living such an rhetorical question?
nothing is finished until your dead
and thats only an end by technicality.

maybe the real meaning of life was to be unhappy.
you havent lived life until you suffered a whole lot.
who ever's driving your destiny must have an awful sense of humor.
your guardian angel...yeah, hes off getting drunk and hitting on the dumb blonds at the bar.

No matter what they say, you are the center of your universe.
Do you really wait until a speeding car hits you or do you move out of the way.
Yes, with no hands on the steering wheel you would not make it very far.
I heard this all from a man preaching to all those that pretended to ignore him.

he raised one angry fist to the sky and screamed:
"All i ever wanted was a closer shave!"