CYNIC

It pays to be a cynic…
To scoff in fortune’s face
It pays to know that things go wrong,
To know the shock, when they work out

My destiny isn’t changing: the stars aren’t rearranging
While God sits on his throne,
Smiling a smile “oh-so” content…
Down here I’m going crazy,
Drawing the line: “Who I AM” and “Who I INVENT”

When faith becomes elusive; the soul becomes reclusive
My eyes have now been opened
My head has now been cleared.
I’ve seen all there is, of truth
Known all there is, of fear…

If I end up all alone, at least I’ll have my way…
“It pays to be a cynic” even for a day.
The day that God comes looking,
He’ll have to change his tone.
He’ll have to be polite,
And face me all alone.

The message rings loud and clear…
“I’ll still be standing here”.