Window Wind

Lost for a reason wandering alone in open space, Staring up at the Cosmic Being, someday I'll have to face. Meanwhile I play the lonely boy, vanished without a trace, tired of all of Society, being a mouse in its rat race. Turning towards abandoning everything that I hold dear, increasingly getting more frustrated year after sick year. What is it that you're saying, I've taught myself not to hear, No I am not afraid but somehow I am still full of fear. Far from reality now lost within my own mind, traveling on this deserted road looking for some sort of sign. The wind seeps through the windows to crawl up and chill my spine, Yah I know that you're mad at me, here's a ticket stand in line...