Uh oh, I feel a cold wind coming

Just me and the tumbleweed rolling

Hey wait, I think I hear a doorknob turning

And still my horse lags behind in the running

Suspense before the miracle

Why is life so satirical?

I can’t depend on this senseless reality

I’ve worn all doubt beyond practicality

I’ve been down to where all hope seems lost

Happened upon the price that peace can cost

Disaster-fueled disorder and alienation

Merely the tip of this disintegration

And in the place where I brood and I wait

I can’t transcend myself and you migrate

You were the outlet for my sole release

You left, you’re gone and now I can’t find peace

Suspense before the miracle

Why is life so satirical?

I can’t depend on this senseless reality

I’ve worn all doubt beyond practicality

Suspense before the miracle

Need I be so satirical?

In the end amazed at the obscurity 

And yet it works, it fits, but it’s mononity 

I need to find transcendence