Words of a Mad Man

My Feet Will Lead

What is power
But a means to an end?
What is control
But to make someone bend?

What is happiness
But a facade for something worse?
What is life
But a path to a hearse?

What is the proper way
To get to your resting place?
Should we really take the time
To wash the dirt from our face?

Why not wear our mistakes
For everyone to see?
And proclaim to everyone:
All these things are me!

I have done some terrible things
Against the people around.
But I don't let those terrible deeds
Cover me and surround.

Yes I have made mistakes,
But I loved making them!
I've done some horrible shit,
All while shouting "Carpe Diem!"

And to all the people I've wronged:
I'm not even remotely sorry!
I've lived how I want to,
I'm proud that I am me!

And to the people I have left:
I'm sorry you could not keep up!
I'm in full throttle, no brakes,
No time to stop!

I'm doing what I want to,
And letting my feet lead.
Wherever they take me I will stay,
And there I'll believe.