You can find them by the roadside
They’re lost in an expanse of time and space
They’re like lost souls with no significance
Emptiness defines their existence
Bound in a never ending story that turns out to be their life
Surrounded by friends who talk endlessly about themselves!
Canopied by artificial comrades that they barely recognize
Searching for a scene that they’ll never get to glimpse
Wedged up like high-speed automobiles.
On a journey of self consciousness
Waiting for a lifetime that never exists
Jovial on the outside
Howling on the inside
Blinded by their own pride
No star to steer them
No sense of direction,
Obsessed by fear as they go by
Existing but not really living.
Gloom is their light,
Pain is their plight
High on cheap liquor
Nonchalant to their reality