Markets and Me (song-maybe?)

I'm lost in my own world, 

Caught up in the markets, 

All the monetary values,

And superficiality. 

I'm tired of it all, 

The changes, 

The prices,

The people, 

I can't do much against it,

My hope of escaping 

Is slowly dwindling.

Checking out the display of knives,

The durability of the ceilings that surround me,

But I know the easy way out 

Won't be so,

I'm a moron 

For thinking about it.

I'm a little superstitious, 

Yes I'm a little skeptical, 

Even a little superficious, 

Everyone is at least once in a while,

Someone shout

So I know I'm not the only 

Left alive.

This life is coming to a close,

I feel it,

I sense it,

A terrible loneliness that 

No one understands

What my mind produces

Since they're caught up

In their own miserable lives. 

I'll keep moving toward freedom,

Looking for an absolution,

To these nomadic ways we call

Advanced, 

All I can do is believe,

Believe that one day life 

Will be alright. 

All we can do is strive,

Strive to make this life

O.k. 

Strive to make it all fine.