Why So Looking Back

Fall asleep, gone behind the wheel.
Sleepwalk makes the turns, still I woke home.
Amazing faith and what its done,
some had or had none, ennui's bare room.

Why so looking back? Agenda's snore-filled ambitions half-built. All this passive laughter socialing -- feelings constant -- it's your dream distant.

Why so looking back?

What if my end, will reset plans?
What if my end, to be begin?

Now back we go to the X-rock, lessons learned forgot, now we're back to, a space that full of cell phone talk, men compare their socks, goodbye sacred.

Why so looking back? Now is much of all things with little suffering. Those call better when its done and past. No more searching, now can too will snap.

Why so looking back?

What if my end, will resent plans?
What if my end, to be begin?

Listen lady to me, in the eyes I'm mouthing,
matters not now words that be.

All those answers found by hook and dot,
makes the next ones fewer with black spots.