How Much Longer?

How much longer will it be
before this fog will clear?
And how much further must I walk
to free me from all fear?
I don’t want life to be a party,
I’m sick of sounding arty-farty -
maybe I should give in now
or fall down on my rear.
There’s many who would laugh I know.
There’s many who would cheer.
There’s many more would walk away
and never shed one tear.
But I stopped caring long ago
and think it’s time they knew
that they can do just as they please.
I’ll still be here next year.