Your catatonic troubles
they cause you to unravel.

Or spin and spin in doubles,
and push you to take travel.

To escape that what is here,
hoping it wont be there.

You arrive, it’s something different,
truly, you thought, you could get distant.

You see, your sight deceives you!
There nor here, no vacation can relieve you.

From that which you wish to escape,
so give up...
and accept your fate.

That you are plagued with worries
A confrontation you would hate.