poor idealistic dreamer,
stuck in this sandy wall-less hole.
could you ever forgive them?
the world will carry on,
honouring the poor and dividing all our fears.
dont get caught in the landslide, honey,
there's so many places you can go to hide.
i gave up the chase fifty years ago,
realised that i was chasing the ghost of a forgotten thing.
and how they spit on us!
poor idealistic dreamer,
alone in a world of harsh realities and robot lives.
alone, to face the wrath of stupid mankind.
will you not forgive them?
they have sinned,
they have faltered,
all because they know nothing.
they sense no direction, they seek no meaning.
all they want is their passage to heaven.
promise them nothing!
poor idealistic dreamer,
no one will pity you,
no one will remember you.
perhaps walk yourself over the edge,
and all is calm.
the world will always carry on...
without you, you are nothing.
without you, nothing.
