My mind is wide asleep
My conscience keep awake
The promises I deep
Are not the ones I make
I count the costant causes
I lost count of regrets
A surplus of good intentions don`t
provide me with content
all I want is just a little content
I choose the beaten path
I`ve been to where it leads
Why I keep coming back
A mistery to me
I found what I`ve been seeking
It`s too late for me to care
My inspiration`s leaking
from a hole I can`t repair
maybe I just don`t want it repaired