To what end do you aspire to go to friend?
Garden of Eden; life of shame
The flower blooms only to die- again
Is it not always the same?
Many a thought go 'round my mind
As I stumble to my bed
I wonder what there's left to find
I lie awake with dread
Where are you going, women and men?
Like sheep you follow the players game
What are the means to the end?
There is no one else to blame
Are you satisfied with life, confined
All the money that you spend?
Are you satisfied with living life so blind
It's up to you, try to pretend
None will be there to commend
Your change of heart will cause ill fame
Into a wretch you will transcend
Change will only bring you shame
Straying from path unkind
You yourself choose to offend
Turning to the path designed
You are your own to defend
Friends turned foes will still pretend
Jokes and jeers set out to maim
They all subtly condescend
You realize they are all the same
Suddenly you jerk awake- in a different frame of mind
Unbound and unconfined, you’re nearing to the end
You’ve realized you’re no longer blind
You feel yourself ascend