Where am I going?
Where am I going? into this world demeaning,
where, where am I going into this world Known.
After it has been spit out, after it has been fought for,
where, where am I going?
Why has the pain gone away into the clouds, into the stars...
I live in numb satisfaction, I live in dumb stupor, waiting
waiting for the end to consume me. Is this where I am going,
into that quiet nowhere where no shred of sound can be heard?
Where where, where, where...
would I rather be in the stillness of it all, where can I sense
the silence of it all, where I can see the moment for all its worth, is that
where I would be frozen in the eternity of the Thing?