Self Searching

Finding yourself, I thought would be

More happiness, less misery

Hard to solve riddle, so obscure 

Shoulda read the fine print on the brochure.  

Propaganda prophesying lies,

Printed all in bold, it testified,

"THE FUTURE IS YOURS IF YOU TRY"

Published bullshit delivering lies

Hope you've got some good tricks up your sleeve. 

Don't know how I pictured it would be,

Find myself quick, turn around and leave?

Challenging Over, Game Won, What next?

Leaves me reading over the text

Seeing conspiracy everywhere.

By the time I find me I probably won't care,

Not there yet, don't have a clue when I'll arrive

If life is really about the ride, 

Why am I holding on for dear life?

Surrounded by hypocrites,

"Do as I say and not as I do,"

Looking for myself, just can't figure out who.

All the self searching, 
Is really unnerving,

Pick myself apart all torn to bits.

Can't you see me getting sick of this shit?
All this self-searching...
Who am I without it?