Who am I, and what have I become!
Life is the same, as when it begun,
If all I learnt, I learnt to discern,
Make it not me the crawling worm?
"A Faithless Brute" tattooed on arm
Lying to attain false social charm
I meant not waste, meant not harm
But such is life and such its perm,
Reason of mine, not reason for some.
To walk this day till that day come
The promised hand, the promise of one
But isn’t mere waiting, also to be dumb?
Idling with nothing, nothing to learn
Facing stagnation, facing fears gun
Pointed towards me, my soul all numb
In boredom, boring old songs I hum
In powdered confusion evermore I slump
Who am I, and what will I become?
Life is the same, as when it begun,
If all I learnt, I learnt to discern,
Make it not me the crawling worm?
"A Faithless Brute" tattooed on arm
Lying to attain false social charm
I meant not waste, meant not harm
But such is life and such its perm,
Reason of mine, not reason for some.
To walk this day till that day come
The promised hand, the promise of one
But isn’t mere waiting, also to be dumb?
Idling with nothing, nothing to learn
Facing stagnation, facing fears gun
Pointed towards me, my soul all numb
In boredom, boring old songs I hum
In powdered confusion evermore I slump
Who am I, and what will I become?
Rack my brain will the answer ever come?
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