To make a hole in your life.
Just a twist of fate or mind,
Will cut like a knife,
Through your confidence in who you are,
Because, in reality,
Who you are is on as shaky ground,
As the world economy.
And there's no way to repair the hole.
It just has to disappear,
Once you've forgotten, again, that you're like everyone else,
And not superior.
But it's alright,
That says nothing about who you are,
Only about what we do to survive,
And what we do to get far.