As I peer into your eyes
Full of dismal, dark, suprise
I wonder what road you’ve walked
To what odd men you’ve surely talked
I contemplate just how you came to be
A person so much worse than me
Set in stone by some chance combination?
Determined by adolescent recreation?
Whom to blame for what you are?
By what fate you’ve come so far?
To cross my path and make me see
Just how miserable a life can be
I stare into your abyss of a soul
Grab my walking stick and off I go
Each step widens the gap between
What I can see and what I have seen
Some place down the road I may recall
You weren’t really so bad after all