Into this constant state of weariness I step
where I am what I've chosen and all my tabs are kept.
A gaudy costume I wear and polished gadgets in my sight
awake early to hear the sparrow's song no longer am I a creature of the night.
A career a life a man I am now,
for I have purpose and promise to keep my vows.
They say a man without purpose is the saddest thing of all,
but my turn's come and gone, and I seem to have dropped the ball.
But I fear not because I know deep in my heart
that I am not the first, and am still searching for my part.
