born to the glare of the senses
spoonfed reality infused
A new inherent
passive contentment
you are so easily amused

Here and now we are
gone in a happy
A dream in the passage your time
Chances are fading
this world isn't waiting
The moment is passing you by

Questions lie beneath the surface
the fools are fooled once again
By the ninth coincidence we stole our existence
and gladly cast it to the wind

Here and now we are
gone in a happy
A dream in the passage your time
Chances are fading
this world isn't waiting
The moment is passing you by
Slowly spearing
on the way back home