Round and round, and round we sail, Chasing dreams that often fail, Till we crash down on the floor, And forgotten are dreams we swore. Why? Why... Living today so high, For tomorrow we die. Life hooks us like a squirming worm, And we dance to its tethered term. Why? Why... Can't we break free? Can't we live peacefully? Attracted by all fleeting things, We fail to see the binding strings. Addicted to this, and that lure, In the haze, we seek more and more, None will ever truly know, The footprints we left below. Why? Why... I am struggling, slowly dying, All the dreams I chased with my might, Gone under, out of sight. All have slipped down the drain, Burned by my short-term brain I just pray once more to stay, Strong and true, come what may, No phone, no gadget, no bright delight, Will steal my peace, my joy, my fight.
