It’s funny how they held you down
After you tripped and fell
They set the trap
To do the trick
And so you might as well
Have never learned to walk
As you started off
Learning how to crawl
Living on your hands and knees
At least you’ll never have to fall
That far down

But ever since you started walking
And began to increase the pace
That set the whistle blowing
Meaning that it’s time to take your place
Amongst the dead
And those who are
Dying
Striving
Trying
Just to live
They who have been fooled
Into thinking
That they’ll get back
Just what they give

But it turns out
That all you’ll get is
Something taken away
They teach you how to count
So that you know
How much to pay
And everything that you thought you owned
Will be just short of what you owe
So you might just take off running
Thinking that there’s someplace else
Else to go

And then the fear
That you once felt
Is now the horror
That you know
Grim is the crop that you now reap
And these rags
You’ll have to sew
But since you’re here
Breathing
Beating that trashcan of a heart
Maybe you can figure out
How to turn this garbage
Into art

And you can sometimes
Look back and wonder
If you even had a chance from the start
But then be sure to look down
At that treasure in your shopping cart
And you shall come to realize that
This is neither circle
Nor a race
Laughing into the night sky
Thinking
I love life
But this ain’t my place

Oh
I love life
But this
Ain’t
My
Place