People come and they go,
They leave in us full of thoughts,
Stranded in the darkness, with a glimpse of a glow,
My vision of a mirage, to reap and to sow.

Here come, there go,
Days are deep, profound like a hole,
Strikes so hard, no difference with a rod,
Limping on the way, hoping to find the road.

Here come, there go,
Days are flipping out, bouncing like a ball,
Aiming in the box, just like a goal,
It's all so bold, life is a fraud.