What I Want

How can there be anything I want,

When everything I want is impossible?

I'm sure I have everything I need.

Am I not still alive?

I do have a bunch of shit that I could live without,

But they have not helped my life much.

I mean, I think I might have something,

But then it backfires on me.

That's when the Flare Dancers from Hell show up.

They fly above my head.

They try to convince me to succumb to their evil ways.

I reach up to pet one.

Another one rips off my hand!

Now I have another problem to deal with.

How can I get something that I want,

When now I need something?

I guess it continues to cycle.

Life itself is one big f#%*in circle.

How can I be tired of this, though?

When you go around and around

You get pretty dizzy.

And being dizzy can be fun.

My life has no depth or character.

It's the same shit day after day.

There is a non-existant adventure

In every little thing I do.

I milk sheep and sheer cows.

Everything is backwards.

The mirror is the damnedest thing.

It's made to give an image of yourself,

Go figure, it's backwards.

It's ALL f#%*ing backwards!

Who made the mixed-up images

Of evil being evil and bad is bad

Of good being good and sad is sad?

The earliest lifeforms were

       Brainwashed

And I am paranoid to the breaking point.

I met a man in a parking lot.

He had blood on his hands.

Either he slaughtered his wife and ate his children

OR

This man is a hopeless butcher.

A graveyard holds variety.

Death is only part of it.

Death is still life.

Death is still alive.

I can decide how to end my life

But I have no decision on the way of

MY OWN FATE!

So how the fuck can I get

What I want,

When what I want is impossible?!?