Ever since a young buck I wanted to stampede across the nation.
Travel coast to coast, maybe see the Keys, Boston or Graceland.
My problems were faced when I spotted myself in the mirror.
Tried to turn and run but living in Hell couldn't be clearer.
With limited generosity, we can only give so much until we take it back.
Follow the same route everyday until we finally traced the map.
Drowning in mediocrity, we look for a way to turn it around.
Trial and error through the peril, dead but my nerves have been found.
Learn from the sounds of cries and agony in the night.
Living worse in the now than back when apathy was a fight.
Soon we grew thin, evolved into an inhumane existence.
Plenty stars were falling but what's there to gain from wishing?
The maze was shifting, too many loose ends on a tied knot.
No matter what, you'll die hitting Send on your time clock.
The elixir's non-existant, what's also missing is bliss.
Too busy capsizing each other's thoughts wishing we're rich.
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