The Straight Dope

Been down so low for so long
So tired of feeling lack
Where is the land of milk and honey
The promise of silver and gold
The end of the stress of having nothing
And wanting something more
It's not enough to write pretty words
It's not enough to dream pretty dreams
It's not enough to smell the roses blooming by the side of the dirty street
It's not the recognition
It's not the money in the bank
It's not the fawning crowds that praise you with knives held behind their backs
It's the need for the illusion of security
That drives me
And why I keep coming back
No matter how many times I get kicked in the teeth
I need something more than this
Maybe it's not spiritually developed
Or admirable
But it's the truth.

Cie