this is my life   this is my fable   clouded and frozen and keeping me in   all of the stores close shop by 5   and people seek comfort by drinking   nobody's thinking   nothing is strange here   stable snaps open and shines from within   but nobody's looking - the gift disappears   little boy's crying   he sees that he too will be beaten someday   maybe the next leg of people are smarter      cover me   as i reach for the wall   fist goes through   not surprising   depressing   pedal but slowly sinking   speak to me   conversation is a gift   that no one is giving   i'm letting it overwhelm me      sick from the cycle of running and sleeping   and saving our energy   outside it's raining   put down your magazine   sit here and speak with me   voice is more interesting than any book could be   all of our teachers   and wise men and leaders mean nothing   but we all fail to see this   now is the only time anyone here is alive