These things they never come by when you want it,
But when things go wrong and you want out.
When in life all you want is a lovely path lit,
And all you have are tiny detours to go about,
Never do you find an awakening by these humble kin
To save you from the horrid disastrous sin.
To preach what we cannot practise is so mundane
And to lose hope is what is so recurrent.
What more do we need to drive us insane?
When we ourselves fail to keep us exuberant.
Whats is mine is not yours and what is yours is not mine,
The world seems to be pulsating around this line.
But when things go wrong and you want out.
When in life all you want is a lovely path lit,
And all you have are tiny detours to go about,

To save you from the horrid disastrous sin.
To preach what we cannot practise is so mundane
And to lose hope is what is so recurrent.
What more do we need to drive us insane?
When we ourselves fail to keep us exuberant.
Whats is mine is not yours and what is yours is not mine,
The world seems to be pulsating around this line.