Bang the Drum Slowly

(play the fife lowly)
 i just cannot stop
 asking why, always why
 running and running
 wandering and wondering
 no matter how many years fly by
 screaming "who, what and when"
 like some crazed eight year old
 who needs to know everything
 in a world so filled with nothing
 running and running
 towards one ounce of proof
 things that will not crumble at the slightest touch
 you tell me who the hell i抦 gonna trust
 i can抰 stand looking at grown-ups
 never mind trust them
 loud and proud laughing at things that are not funny
 chewing happily on what is left
 of this cold, gray, flawed world
 i just gotta keep right on running
 away from it all
 towards tears born from lesson
 towards dreams instead of dollars
 half my age and stupidly brave
 慶uz anything is better than lying in some comfortable deathbed
 staring into the abyss
 as afraid of living as i am of not living
 though one time i awoke
 and could still feel the cold steel of a sword
 that had been thrust into me