Crossing a landscape of featureless earth
No moonlight for guidance, the stars all obscured
There's little of beauty and nothing of worth
You're tiring of all you've endured
Seeking a pathway that leads into light
Searching for something to guide your way through
You enter a building that looks safe and bright
Behind you the door closes to
Where are you going and what have you done?
Becoming the things you said you'd never be
Ransom the person you could still become
Follow your dreams and be free
Knowing inside it's a valueless game
Sleeping your way through the daily routines
No better prospect than more of the same
And wondering what it all means
Where are you going and what have you done?
The moon and the stars can be yours if you see
Ransom the person you could still become
Follow your dreams and be free
Written 1992 October. Sooner or later I guess I had to write something like this... (2000-06-01)