In my reckless lifelong ramblingnI saw a man break one daynSuch a saint, he only lived on paintnHe only spoke in prosenGave his life to save his soulnnWhen he walked out one daynHe said, Please don't believe themnThey never understand the triumph the goal of victorynTell them flippant things and starlet ringsnAnd eyes and nervous laughternBut never say what's on your mind.nnWho's gonna take?nAnd who's gonna swallow?nAll these empty dreams backnWhat of tomorrow?nnWanting more for no abilitiesnIs this for whom we must provide?nCurse this thing that's called achievementnCurse your striding boundsnKill the fire in your eyesnnWho's gonna take?nAnd who's gonna swallow?nAll these empty dreams backnWhat of tomorrow?nnYou see itnBut could you ever believe it?nYour fatenBut could you really heed it?nCan't help itnBut can you bend your back like this?nnTake your damn lies and gonI shrugged this world off my shouldersnPretty crowds who speak and cloudsnGreat wits of conversationnSkim this life but never liven