there's an old man on a city bus
  holding a candy cane
  and it is'nt even christmas
  he see's a note in the obituary
  that his last friend has died
  there's an inflant clinging
  to his overweight mother in the cold
  as the spends her last dollar
  on a bottle of vodka for tonight
  and i guess it struck a nerve
  like i had to squint my eyes
  you can never get out
  of the line of sight
  like a barren winter day
  or a patch of unburned green
  like a tragic real dream
  i guess it struck a nerve
  every day i wander
  in negative disposition
  as i'm bombarded by superlatives
  that i am not alone
  introverted
  i look to tomorrow for salvation
  but i'm thinking altruistcally
  and a wave of overwhelming doubt
  turns me to stone
  and i guess it thought my heart
  we just haven't got time
  to crack the maze
  like a magic speeding clock
  or a cancer in our cells
  a collision in the dark
  i guess it strunk a nerve
  i try to close my eyes
  but i cannot ignore the stimuli
  if theres a purpose for us all
  it remains a secret to me
  don't ask me to justify my life