My Pedestrian Rash Paroles

running like little jerry cruncher
former dreams torn apart

the undoubted cylical cause-effect carousel
begins with hope, concludes with disappoinment
so i lock away everything from here on out
'cause the rash of pedestrain has no ointment

from all i can surmise, given what has been
cliches are because they're true
a fine line lies between illusion and depression
what will push me over, or who?
all i am is all i will become
pleasant holding my expression
in pages onto which i throw my deepest self
and fall into recession

am i what i could have been
or less, or maybe more?
for i, i took the road none travelled by don't complain because no one's listening
oh well life's tough, oh well life's tough