Walking down the road with my mind racing down the street I find myself on a curb near the end of the line Sitting on the edge Peering into the cracks of the asphalt I am tired Sickened by the sight of my own existance I try to run away The faster I run The more intense the image of my life grows in my mind Another useless flee Helplessly I drift into a state of sleep Death No I m never that lucky Dreams of my perfect world collect in my mind almost making me smile But I laugh even in my dreams I know the true me Another useless ploy Waking by the light of reality as it shines into my eyes I find myself on that curb again peering into the same cracks in the asphalt My eyes trace them with instinct I know them better then myself It s not the street I m staring at It s my life Another useless slab -optikNurv