What Are You

What are you? 

What are you becoming? 

What have you become? 

Once you sang your own song

Now youre dancing to the same drum

What have you become? 

And what is that youre wearing? 

Moneys ugly confidence

You sacrificed the poem of your imagination

For these pounds and pence

Me I take the cynics role

Throw scorn on your empty mind

Ive seen this monotonous world

Make dull what used to shine

You lost interest

You lost your spine

Oh that spine fine fine

Yeah

When there nothing left

On this plate youre handed

You find yourself

Running the gauntlet

Of all of these double standards

Its very thin ice over which youre skating

And after this black winter the thaw

So what are you

Tell me tell me what are you

And what have you become