Life

I'm filling my head with punk-rock tunes,
ingesting the lyrics like revolution fumes,
talking about progress, changes, unity,
while I'm caught in everyday reality.

Stuck in my thoughts, lost in my head,
one of these days I'm gonna end up dead,
ghost heart and soul, a tired old ghoul,
drenched in depression, a sober old fool.

My life is my choice, as the days come along,
I better start living soon, and stop writing stupid songs.
I keep getting lost in my mind, floating into space,
maybe I've got what's wrong with the human race.

Life won't wait, they sang,
It's your choice, songs rang,
but I can't stop worrying,
I can't fight off the fear.

Without you I'm lost in myself, aimless,
without them I'm lost in the world, gameless,
I'm tired of fighting, hoping and pretending,
this feels like a trick question that's never-ending.

So I'll retreat to my songs of meaningful days,
waste time away in the sun's faded rays,
I'll wish upon stars that I figure myself out,
and avoid life until my time trickles out.

Life is like a quest, but without a grail,
a goal I once had, I feel I failed,
but the days keep moving, the sun rises and sets,
so I guess I'll do the same, and give it my best.