Lost

Running, we're running with no direction, Blind tour guides oversee the "right" way, Hiding uncertainty at each intersection, Hopelessly, we pray they don't lead us astray. Drowning, we're drowning in a sea of stress, The shore of success drifts further away; Constantly reminded we'll make no progress In this journey of life at the end of the day By taking aimless shots at nonexistent goals, And mindlessly abiding by society's rules. We shed many tears for all our lost souls. Fools.Just fools, we are all nothing but fools To believe we can achieve success with no extra cost. Running with no direction; we're all lost.