All I did, all I do, all the ribald expressions Are meant in good humor, as sarcasm is my oldest obsession And so you chose me to be the butt of thy cruelest joke Of the most evil fashion You gave me a life devoid of any passion
For years I have been wandering like a vagabond Ignorance is at its paramount They say Ignorance is bliss But this bliss has left me with blisters What remains is rubble of dreams and ambitions lying about in cinders I feel envious of the ants All in one line, focused and marching along in a unifed formation And I look into the mirror searching for the curious kid, who believed in innovation The kid that once peeped is long gone, what stares back is a crippled soul In search of a source to push him into an even deeper oblivion Give me a sign or else I may be forever lost, show me a glimpse of hope Or else where there used to be candle, will lurk a ghost of a fame All my life have I been just a bane? I gaze at the stars as they too ficker I drench myself in their pale glitter And as Twilight approaches I recede The sunlight is too bright to bear My eyes tell me and so does my heart That I was made for the dark! If there is no silver lining, if you indeed think I am not worthwhile Why not shove me down into an even deeper and darker aisle? I stand on the edge of an abyss Waiting for a gentle breeze They say falling feels like fying Finally I will be at ease At least I will go down with wind in my hair The airiness will blow away the despair With eyes wide open I embrace the fall With hatred for none and malice for all