When I'm there I know that I'm becoming
A girl whose face doesn't look like mine did
I half-close my eyes, feel the gray numbing
My heart it is tearing, breaking amid..
The silent roar of keyboards click and clack
The deafing blows of useless thought trains
So little to add and less to subtract
I laugh aloud, but even that I feign
I've meandered my life all in a jumble
And now I crave the paths yet untaken
Though I expect that there too I'll stumble
And find all too late when I awaken
But I shut up my thoughts, bury my qualms
I don't want their help, I don't want their alms!