Going Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Breaking it all down.
Just look around.
A life so quaint.
A blotch of paint here and there.
Painting a portrait out of thin air.
Oh where did you come from?
Where are you going?
Without ever really knowing.
Is this really how its gonna be.
So hard to see.
The glassed fogged by a change in temperature.
Heat rising and falling.
Emotions forever turning.
Were just churning the same sickness over and over again.
Oh where did you come from?
Where are you going?
Without ever really knowing.
Walking among the shadows.
A pact with devils.
Toss everything aside.
Take another, take a better ride.
Follow the motion of the oceans tides.
Eventually the chaos will subside.
Then again I will ask,
oh where did you come from?
Where are you going?
Without ever really knowing.
Look at that. It has start snowing.
Water crystallized and compromised.
Green skies.
A bitter wind grabs the skin.
Being ripped within.
I can already see the end.
Every move that can and will be made.
We are destinies slave.
Oh so brave.
But in a jaded sense.
How can it benifit me.
What a diease.
Another sneeze from a life deformity.
Oh where did you come from?
Where are you going?
Without ever really knowing.
Without ever really knowing.
Going, going forever going.
Do you have a map?
Are you bound to a contract?
Is there something you lack?
Just what is it that got you moving in zig zag.
Are you crossing the alps too just to get to other side.
Is it another promise land in which we must all make our stand?
Is it, is it, is it?
Oh where did you come from?
Where are you going?
Without ever really knowing.
Without ever really knowing.
Going, I am going, going, gone.