The pressure is increasing and we lose our spark
Can hear that life lives on a deadline
Must do this and must do the other
Can not keep on doing with what is mine
The emotions boil but the mind is silent
Have an ego that twists in everything we say
The thoughts are good but the words are few
Are sitting still when we really want to go
Lives in a pattern we can not stand
But are the other so much better to have?
The world has become one big prison
Where all is with a sense of longing