Sometimes I stand up at the college steeple

and see all the people on the ground

And they travel through like wind up toys put in motion and move crash and move in no direction.

 I feel like I need to scream to tell them it's all foolish 

there life is one track 

Can't they see they see its pointless?

Suddenly knees tumble under me my head is spinning with adversity  

Oh I come to find again,

 it is not them but me

the way i lose my own self identity. Clinging to books I read, scribbling bad poetry... Like art could save a wretch like me 

With some ideal ideology

no one could hope to achieve
 I was never real, 

just a sketch of me
everything I've made 

is trite and cheap 

the meaning of man no where to be found

Looking for signs all around 

With my ear against the ground

Quantitatively lost I yearn for faith

For a soul I could not sell

I will be free we. Will be lifted 

And all will be beautiful eternity of understanding 

Love will be clear and it will be easy

To hard for a human mind to guess because making wild guesses is stupid