I stumble through this godforsaken   Uncertain of the path I'm taking   But along the way, I make a smile   I hope where I end up might be worthwhile      I'm holding in the breath of anger   Inside this old refrigerator   Those days are gone, there's more ahead   So concentrate on what's in store instead      A memory, a dream, or another crazy scheme   Then I find out what I want is something inbetween   Waking and repeating my routines   Walking circles, talk in circles to me      Words that tumble effortlessly from the lips of fools   Only cloud up what I see in my reflecting pool   Jumping headfirst into symmetry   I am splitting at the seams, hold me      In my reflecting pool   I look in my reflecting pool   This sole reflection is my own   The pool is still until the pebble's thrown