I don’t know what happen today
A little queer, you might say
Got frustrated about working alone
And wrote this on the bus home
Trying to do my best was my decision
Get chastised by man with blinkered vision
Why should I do my best, it’s never good enough
I’m trying to make it easier, you’re making that tough
You are supposed to inspire me, manage and evolve
But you think around you the world revolves
I’m stuck in a hole, but I don’t fit
You don’t care so I don’t give a shit
I want to love living and being worthy
But somehow you see fit to ignore me
But my soul has wings which you can’t ground
You can’t stop Karma coming around
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