Someone Else

Standing by the roadside,
waiting for the reaper.
I look inside myself,
and fall in even deeper.
Bright light hits the sky;
the sun rises from his bed now.
I step away from the pavement,
to face the road ahead now.
What am I looking for?
I'm looking for myself,
but I keep on finding someone else.
I'm a creation of my morbid fantasy.
A thousand dreams rolled into one,
to satisfy my greed.
What am I looking for?
I'm looking for myself,
but I keep on finding someone else.