What am I doing? Where have I been? Why am I going?

I just ask these questions, get no answers, I hate not knowing,

I am lost, I am confused, I do not know what to do,

Can you answer my questions? Please help me, please, can you,

Oh no! I am losing my struggle, almost gone, no more sanity,

If I am not careful I will lose all sense of Humanity,

This is bad, I can feel it, I am becoming an animal,

Pretty soon all I can do is join a freak show, with a carnival,

I used to have friends abound,

When I need it, there is no help to be found,

No friends, with whom I can commiserate,

I will lay back, to see what does eventuate,

No answers, No hope, it must be time to die,

Just because no-one can answer questions like What, Where and Why

Steve Corke

23 May 1989

 

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