literature

 

The Way I Go

All the way down,
all the way down.

Never mind the things I need.
Power, pleasure, to all it’s greed.
The eye inside my head
shows me images of the dead.
Eager souls who lost their way.
They will not leave. Alas they stay.

All the way down,
all the way down.

My gut churns and burns with grief.
I wish this life of mine be brief.
What’s the point? I do not know.
I think too much. They tell me so.
I look around and know not what.
Life is pointless. So that’s that.

All the way down,
all the way down.

Tell me this, if you’re so bright.
Where do I look to find the light?
The deeds I do I do to make,
a better world for all to take.
And when I go I hope to be,
a fine example for all to see.

All the way down,
all the way down.

This is much for me to ask.
One last thing to you I task.
When I die make sure I rest.
Guide my spirit to find the best.
Lay me gently upon the ground.
Cold and darkness don’t make a sound.

All the way down,
all the way down.

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