We are all idiots, idiots we are,
Sometimes I wonder how we’ve gotten this far.
On roads of trust and paths of glory,
Working hard to tell our story.
We build our lives on hopes and dreams,
Achieving some, or so it seems.
But are there choices for you and me,
As we strive to claim our destiny?
Does it matter, do we care,
As we follow our dreams everywhere?
Sometimes we’re up, sometimes out,
From affirmation to relentless doubt.
Why go this way, for goodness sake?
There must be other paths to take!
2003
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