Transient is this world,
this we all know
People change and fade,
swept along by the ebb and flow of this endless current

Once again,
autumn nights await me along roads I have walked before
Dressed to the nines, I spend my waking moments
wondering if I have long since died

My talents were thought cultivated,
yet perhaps no more than subjugated
Body and mind at an impasse
More than being human, I yearn to live with candor

Yes, my true nature is that of a beast

Let us run headlong
with our lives wild and free
Our destination shall be our final resting place
as nature always meant it to be

Silent steps I take upon roads yet unwalked
as I tremble in winter's embrace
with thoughts of shame for days come and gone
when I chose to march to the beat of another

Wretched be this sycophantry,
thinly veiled as humanity
Preach your innocence, your self-sacrifice
More than being humble, I yearn to pride myself on candor

Yes, my true nature is that of a beast

In this life cold and uncaring,
your worth is measured in deeds
In solitude shall I know freedom,
thus I go far and speak no more

Imitation or not, it matters little
The time for debate has long since passed
For you see, all of these things,
happiness and sorrow, victory and defeat,
these things are relative

I have but one sliver of life
to be squandered as I deem fit
Though it may be misery that awaits me,
this burden too is mine to bear

I have but one borrowed life
to waste and return without shame
Now come, do your worst
I welcome you with hearty laughter

As I walk a path too narrow for any one man