Disenchantment
Through the wide eyes of a younger me
I tended to ponder the fine line
between routine and necessity
maybe there is no reason to rhyme
And everything that we see or seem
is a subtle disillusionment -
the product of a great fest'ring dream
keeping us in states of discontent
Perhaps no one has bothered to know
if reality is relative
because the answer will grant no repose
and no deliverance will it give
Or is it only I that is lost
in this human sea where I've been tossed?
I tended to ponder the fine line
between routine and necessity
maybe there is no reason to rhyme
And everything that we see or seem
is a subtle disillusionment -
the product of a great fest'ring dream
keeping us in states of discontent
Perhaps no one has bothered to know
if reality is relative
because the answer will grant no repose
and no deliverance will it give
Or is it only I that is lost
in this human sea where I've been tossed?