Your Weird Career

It’s not easy
On a sun shy day
When looking for an Eden on earth
And all you see is dirt

All those lonely forces in your head
Gather to thwart your career
And all your aspirations dead
What it is that you do is not clear

You just keep walking to see what’s round the next Curve
The more lost you get, the more strangeness occurs
All ideas are stillborn
The ladders that you climb are Escher drawn
Opportunity appears and then disappears
Like a bird on the hand of your weird career

In your atelier
In your atelier alone
Either evangelical or full of doom
What’s wrong with you?

All those processes are fake
They help you get through the day
But you’re so far from home
So many miles away

You just keep walking to see what’s round the next curve
The more lost you get, the more strangeness occurs
All ideas are stillborn
The ladders that you climb are Escher drawn
You’re trying to ride a Hog but you can’t change gear
Another rut for the wheels of your weird career

You’ve done everything right but it’s all gone wrong
So now you’re doing it all wrong hoping it all goes right
Here comes a nervous breakdown

You just keep walking to see what’s round the next curve
The more lost you get, the more strangeness occurs
All ideas are stillborn
The ladders and the doors are Escher drawn
You’re trying to fly in the highest atmosphere
Like Icarus of old and his weird career