see my fingers
nails bitten to the blood
feel the sting and 
taste the salty crimson
see my eyes they're
red like the setting sun
it's a symptom
of this race I've run

does it matter
as it's said and done
does it matter

watch the mumble
of the torpid rout
it's the stumble 
of the deemed devout
what's the message
in this carpe tour
through the jungle
of the struggle du jour

does it matter
what you came here for
does it matter

We've wandered too far
To find our way back
We've squandered all that we are
Where do we go from here