Yin Yang Boomerang

Primordial ooze, bathtub booze, and unaligned chi I've got nothing to lose, I see through the ruse, because I am free I see the faintest glimmer begin to grow dimmer but I've got nowhere to be While doubt slowly simmers hope also shimmers because it's not just me While people walk by and they don't care why a man lays on the ground While he lets out a cry like he's about to die they just amble around Finally a kind soul lifts him out of the hole and the man makes no sound His wounds took their toll, he was staring at Sheol but now he is unbound Surreptitious and serendipitous Adventitious and so precipitous Are what make up this existence Inauspicious and centicipitous Supposititious and insignificance Are what lie on the path of least resistance