You say why and the people laugh
Wanting the whole, but settling for half,
Moving about with expressionless face
Yet hoping for some redeeming grace.
Caught up in the conformity of existing
Taking small chances, but never living
Constantly drunk with delusional dreams
Always anticipating life's next little scheme
And angry at self inflicted destruction seen
Still longing for simplicity
By any necessary means.
Written by cindy Prochnow 2001