You can spin in circles,
chase shadows in the wind,
push against the tide,
or run and hide...
darkness won't rescind.
Dig a shelter,
hoard magic beans,
dissect each word,
still not knowing what it means.
Pray to God or bow to man,
start a coup or get stoned.
Pay your taxes, curse your boss...
still stuck, still growing moss.
Every road leads somewhere,
each path comes with a cost.
Too many lights may blind you...
find your own way,
or stay lost.
