The Strangest Life

I try to bury all my demons
But the graveyard is wide and vast
I try to get on with the living
But nothing is ever born too last

Some call it karma, some call it fate
While some call it destiny and some call it hate

We fear.....

I hear the call of the coming winter breeze
Contemplating a life that nobody seems to achieve
Somewhere over there, beyond the yonder of the naked trees
I feel the emotions of a child upon its knees

The poor soul holds its head in shame
For the birds and the bees are expecting all the blame
Wild beasts of the moon howl in surrendered pain
As the storm turns away and the child feels once again

But wait.....

There's been a sacrifice here in the clearing
And the tribesman of the forest are chanting to a god I don't believe in
Yet the beat of drum has me slightly transfixed with irregular bodily movements
In that moment I forget all I know and find a new kind of peaceful improvement

Let's live.....

We feast on the slaughtered soul
Give thanks for its untimely passing
Welcoming new gods that make us feel whole
Without compromise and without asking

We sleep.....

Surrendering our ways and dreaming of the new dawn
When the age of man has been, gone, and then reborn
And we start over, rebuilding bridges wheres graveyards once were
To teach the young, who cross the land to gather up the herd

This is the strangest life I've ever known
I don't think I'm the only one
This is the strangest life I've ever known
I don't think I'm all alone
In this, the strangest life I've ever known

Note: The line "This is the strangest life I've ever known" is from The Doors song "Waiting For The Sun" :-)