Level Headed and Easy Grounded

where does love come from? where does love stop? i've met too many that speak of its nonexistence i know far too many sadists, masochists, pessimists, nihilists and i had to shake them all off on my long-winded ride to the top (of what?) i'm not known in distant lands i'm not praised in foreign valleys i've got a few close friends and not much else beside the point i'm not going into new discoveries i'm not emerging from them what life is left to live if you're simply too much for yourself to handle? hello, goodbye so sorry, i'm not anything really special i'm just another joe with neurotic dreams of grandeur oh wait, but now the dreams have become nightmares ones i can no longer write home about they might throw me in the looney bin and study the kind of state i'm in wouldn't i love that but hey, i'm not crazy and maybe that's the problem i'm way too sane for my own damn good i'm way too f---in' grounded in what values and ideas were always set chaos is the way of the world and i'm trying to make sense of it just like all the others who study open-ended mysteries to finally arrive at nothing that surely beautiful something that everything leads back to nothing i can't think straight no, i think so straight i just can't think anymore