The simplicity of it all, and oh
The loneliness enthralling me beyond
The complicatedness of it all, oh
Deep down inside I feel the rising tides.
Facing the phase of adulthood: am I
Alone? Is it my soul seeking a dream?
Is it my life, my past and my future
Confounding themselves delving deep in wars
Is it that black fairy trying so hard
To hold its life so dear it had cherished?
Something from somewhere pokes me and tells me
To not take the step I am yet to take;
Finding it hard to even concentrate
Upon this life oh this dark lifeless life
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