my pedestrian rash

if i could return, to the days
of far and long ago
there are so many things i'd change
given what i now know
i'm a victim of looming consequences
bruised upon my heart
running like little jerry cruncher
former dreams torn apart
the undoubted cylical cause-effect carousel
begins with hope, concludes with disappoinment
so i lock away everything from here on out
'cause the rash of pedestrain has no ointment
from all i can surmise, given what has been
cliches are because they're true
a fine line lies between illusion and depression
what will push me over, or who?
all i am is all i will become
pleasant holding my expression
in pages onto which i throw my deepest self
and fall into recession
am i what i could have been
or less, or maybe more?
for i, i took the road none travelled by
i opened all the new doors
close the doors, trap drop, don't come around
your feelings aren't enough, feelings aren't enough
don't complain because no one's listening
oh well life's tough, oh well life's tough