BEGS THE QUESTION

Each day I travel

Toward oblivion and down a track

Haven’t seen a rest stop  

And I doubt I’ll be coming back

The surveyed route I sleep through

Seems more safe than sound

It has punched me one way

And right into the ground

It now seems insane

That I left so little to chance

Because when the music’s over

I might have missed the dance

I have been way too clever

To give away my heart

Love is the time I pretend

Rather than learning my part.

It begs the question

And pleads the answer

Where on earth am I going?

And what will I being going after?