Where am I going right now?
And what do I think I’m going to find?
A big old neon sign saying “Congratulations – Level 2”
Or acceptance that we’re all just shuffling blind?
Seeking some meaning, and purpose to be
When reality’s threads have un-twined
A lonely reflection of who I once was
Before fate showed her face, so unkind
An ant, one of millions in a colony
Another small cog, just trying to smooth the grind
Or a shell of a wreck in a corner
Picking through fragments of a broken mind