I’d been looking through the glass, couldn’t find my own path.
I got lost, oh crazy fools, I’ve been training since grade school,
no one knew what was it for, neither I asked them nor they showed.
Seems so silly I didn’t know, I’ve been here without a goal.
“Should I stay or should I go?” doesn’t matter anymore.
Now I realize there is no point, no good ending there to spoil, this is just amoeba life, so come on, oh man keeps driving!