A soul in a cage,
a mind disarranged.
You stare at the phone,
don't want to be alone.
Daily routine,
rhythm machine.
Give up the fight
and step into the light.
Won't you change?
You're wasting time.
Don't you need
to ease your mind?
Carry several lives in you —
miss the one that's you.
And you're always everywhere,
but you're never really there.
Carry several lives in you —
miss the one that's true.
Thinking too much,
losing the touch
of you —
of who you are.
Chasing deadlines,
mindfully blind.
You're fixing a hole,
that's out of control.
Twenty-four seven,
dreams stuck in heaven.
A face in the crowd,
a place in the cloud.