Wrong Turn - Darren Hanlon

On the journey that you take from womb to worm

You’re silently pushed into each wrong turn

What gives?

I found a bar filled up with ancient Chinese sages

All playing bingo, pinball

Could’ve stayed for ages

In there

In there

For I belong with them

I wish I’d have met them sooner

Although I’m alien

And over thirty years their junior

But it’s not me to make like a chandelier

So I folded up my map and drained my beer

I’m gone

I’m gone