The mind runs around
In circles
While the body still sleeps
Visiting the same places
Again and agin in the
Dream
Life was hard on me
Creating wounds
That will not heal
In a lifetime
Still every day
We, me and my body
Get up, go to work
Fight the fights of the day
And return home
In order to rerun
The show in perpetual pattern
That is what life is a show
But no one is watching
No one really cares
We are just machinery
And decoration sometimes
Only at night do we
Leave on vacation