I run across the hedonic treadmill every day
Life's graph has gone
Horizontal, lateral plane
Every birthday I see no change
Monotony is the worst of all headaches
Is this really all there is to be?
A worker,
Then a man,
Then reluctantly me
I can't remember a time when I didn't
Wish for some alternative
This can't be the life I was
Promised looking into the sunset
And if there is a God,
Can he put me elsewhere and try again?
Or at least help me forget
And crucify who I am
Is this really all there is to be?
A worker,
Then a man,
Then reluctantly me
Is this really all there is to be?
A worker
Then a man
Then reluctantly me