I wish I weren’t human;
this is my flaw
I wish I could have chosen
my species before
I was created and made
(inadequately)
And then I would have really
been real… been me

Mortality my conviction
Death my only goal;
to spend a lifetime crawling
out of this dark hole,
searching for the light,
looking up and all around…
to arrive to realisation
that my light is in the ground

To be slave to these emotions
To be prey to these fears
To be helpless, weak and vulnerable
to these wanton tears
All of these human traits
I could have done without
(I’m sure I wouldn’t have missed them)
No, I wouldn’t have… without a doubt

Trapped inside this costume
of arms and legs and heart
Standing in the spotlight
of this play… without a part
Sure I don’t belong here
(on stage without a script)
Someone must have put me here
just for the fuck of it

I must make a pretty picture
running around without a head
Like a chicken just two seconds
before it winds up dead
Life is all about movement
and I am all sitting still
I don’t know what I’m doing here
It must have been someone else’s will

There was a time not long ago
when I used to wish a lot
for things I never had…
for things I never got
Then it came upon me
that wishes don’t come true
(at least not for this loser)
My skies are never blue

I wouldn’t tell a lie
I’ve tried many times to break out
but I never got it right
(makes me want to stamp and shout)
I then came to the conclusion
that here is where I must be
until it’s my own time
to no longer be… me…