Steadily the options go away

When you surrender to the normal way

it’s not a matter of finding a true 

direction from the old unto the new;

it’s finding out there’s nowhere you can stay

in ordinary life, but yet you may 

discover that there’s truly no good clue.

Return and you can’t recognize the place

where you began. You have no better choice 

than to move forward with strong foot and hand,

hoping that energy wins you the race.

In such a case you surely may rejoice 

at having found a secure place to stand.

The game’s no longer of any worth

It matters not that there’s a hostile guard,

there’s a rough way right past another gate 

leading us home, but we will be so late,

that we’ll hear words both horrible and hard,

defining each of us as a retard,

with many failures set down on the slate.

So we have reached the deepest hell of fate 

below the palaces where we once starred.

I have the sense that we are out of time,

that there’s no option leading to the light 

since our existence is a horrid crime,

a terror to the ordinary sight,

last proof that we are only stinking slime,

and should be all forgotten in the night.