To walk away is foolish When every trip is round Like seeking what is found Or granting an unwanted wish To strive is ever futile As anguish is in strife Cane sugar in a hive Abhorrent, crude and vile Just face the late arrival The rush to push and hush To meet responsibility As brains turn into mush And thank me later, please Release freedom of choice And on your knees, your voice Is loudest as the silent keys You are finally here An animal, as glass is clear And here to shed and peel To lie, to tease, to steal, and heal Too real Trapped in a wheel