And it's been twenty something years Growing up upon this planet Tryng to learn the way the world turns And how I'm going to manage Without caring a ton And get to bandage up the damage Heart made of flesh but my head is made of granite ROCK I'm just a man in a box Except I got a couple of windows and a door that locks And a chair where I sit and collect my thoughts Unless I come home and find me a goldie locks The grizzly bear that didn't get no sleep (during the winter) Now he's standing high on two feet (looking for dinner) But the forest barren the city it's the only place left Populated by humans consuming until they face death All with they different beliefs on who has made them What does life mean? What's the right thing? And when you die are you leaving or arriving? I take a breath and feel the high just from surviving I know you're asking of your life what does it all mean I know I'm asking when I write what does it all mean These trees grown upon the ground just to all breathe And you're trying to name the god creating all things