Break the Chain

I was there when no one died The funeral was grave and gray He was buried alongside An empty coffin; a parade of solitude Was held in place to say goodbye To the man who never was Not many attended that funeral Guess he wasn’t quite the guy Even the priest had called in sick Only rains and empty skies Had come to say goodbye To the man who never was There is a certain loneliness In the death of nothingness How can we be sure that we Didn’t just walk right by it How can we be sure that we Aren’t missing something There is a certain blindness In the death of nothingness And an eerie darkness In the birth of knowledge A gnawing fear we choose To dismiss but never lose But dawning near is the time When once again nothing dies And we realize that we Know nothing at all. They didn’t even bother to Throw the dirt back into the grave Cover the coffin and the corpse A simple hole, soaking wet No one comes to say goodbye To the man who never was I shall leave as if I never came And on my lonely walk back home Mutter a silent prayer, goodbye To the man who never was Hope that I never become The kind of man my father was