The Cynic's Dilemma

You can't backtrack, or catch any slack, it's all out of whack,
Where you catch a ride, blocking out the world outside,
listening to the uhms and aahs, unaware of so many flaws
it's ridiculous, it's meticulous, explicit in so many flavours,
and they all expect favours, a game with too many players,
Who don't know how to act, like a high school TV drama,
With all the breakups and makeups and fuckups and God knows what else,
And you just sigh at it all, just waiting to fall,
face against the wall, just learning to crawl,
before you can walk, before you can run, before you can fly,
But sometimes you ask why, why should I try?,
and I don't mean to pry, but if you don't try, you're just waiting to die,
Saying goodbye, a tear in your eye, while others cry
and weep and wail, and you turn tail, just booking it the fuck out of this jail,
this prison for your soul
How does this stack up? A cynic's dilemma,
Take a look around, not just down at the ground,
but at the people in this town, their smiles and their frowns
and the deafening sounds, the endless crowds,
all pushing in, trying to get a piece,
a slice of the action, a mutual attraction, but they can't get any traction,
irrational, uncontainable, slipping and sliding like Bambi on ice,
not willing to play nice, just taking that slice, while others pay the price,
Like a roll of the dice, not men or mice, because even mice know better,
But we just climb on the bodies, a flood of oddities,
Pushing others down as we climb to the top, not waiting to stop,
Stepping on feet and shoulders and faces, leaving our traces, before the rat races,
Scrambling up on a tower, made of power, hour after hour,
Escaping the world in which we were born, a city of porn,
where souls are worn down before they're torn and shorn,
cast aside and no one bothers to mourn,
because everyone is the same, playing this game,
With too many players, too many layers,
Too many yayers and nayers, too many stares,
Not enough cares, cause everyone just wants wares in pairs,
and it bears repeating that we're all just overheating,
Burning up in the fire, the fire of our desire,
So many liars lighting the pyres, and the only way to escape is higher,
Higher and higher, climbing those bodies,
While those who don't try tend to die,
And we just add them to the pile,
Fending off the flames for a little while,
As we wear a little smile,
A crocodile smile,
Our endless trial,
Going out in style,
That extra mile,
The cynic's dilemma.