here again i search for phrases
that embody the way through the mazes
i stretch out a hand into the quiet
with no success i decide to try it

this, the result of a day hard at play
out in the world making friends and good pay
smiles and insults could be seen in their eyes
and i knew when a welcome was simply a lie

the last game i played i was crowned the master
but it was only a sport and the rookies were faster
so before i was old and put out of my prime
i fled from the town and reset the time

the chill of the new room reminds me why
why everyone hates to be the new guy
the mystery is that someday i might be
as important to them as they are to me

i think back on the faces i only remember
the ones that will forever be last December
and i miss them more than an acquaintance should
i wish i’d loved them, but i never could

as is my life, i am bound by a fear
that someday i’ll be led away from here
my days can’t be wasted making someone proud
my nights will be spent letting them down

if i am indeed my father’s son
why can’t i finish what he’s begun
i have no pride, and i need an excuse
to believe i am being put to good use