In the ways we run away
And in the ways we choose to stay
It’s all different, but the same
Who’s to say?
Who stays intact? Who fades away?
Who dissipates and floats away?
Who gets to charge? Who has to pay?
Who has a home and who’s a stray?
Who’s up at night? Who takes the day?
Who gets to play while others work their sanity away?
Who is loyal? Who betrays?
Who rebels and who obeys?
Who has enough to give away?
Who lives payday to payday?
Who moves on? Who clicks replay?
Who rushes things and who delays?
Who’s laughing with their friends in their preferred café?
Who’s filling up their ashtray?
Whose world’s in disarray?
Is anyone doing okay?
Every single one of us is our own bouquet
Our own assortment, unique display
We each have our own buffet
But who decides what’s on our plate?
At some point we took a turn and ended up on life’s highway
All in different cars, in different lanes
But if someone were to look from far away
Down onto Earth, from outer space
It’s all the same, the same, the same