Once you were so open minded
Something has happened – and your were blinded
Nothing lasts, you are driven – by some inner devil
That makes you think – you are between hammer and anvil
Yesterday at the coffee shop – we went back to basics
This afternoon again – back to semantics
Nothing is good enough – I don’t need to say a word
Like a story by Gogol – it’s theater of the absurd
You want then you don’t – you are hot than you’re cold
Slowly and surely – this madness unfold
And this drives you- to being overly aggressive
Mixed with a pint of melancholy – depressive
Which if keeps the momentum – of being successive?
Will surely turn around – happily regressive

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