It all goes round and round in circles,

Self reinforcing loops,

These tragedies and hopes and worries,

Like march of pompous troops

You watch it now, like years ago,

Like that it'll always be,

There is no joy for you to share,

No pleasures, and no glee

And nothing's ever going wrong,

You have to understand,

One can but make themselves forget

To rich the promised land

No refuge in transpotting mind,

No shelter in your dreams

Escape is always in someone

Who will fullfil your whims

Get rid of your unconcious self,

Leave everything behind

There s so much more for you to have

Then trouble of your mind

Forget the odds, forget it all

And drown yourself in tears

And when you wake up after that

There won't be any fears