The mother ship sunk Tears Life seems to stop Silence Stilness What to do? New goals seem to arise But what is that? Old objectives persist The same, fucking the same Is it good, is it bad? Never mind Continuation The world catches you up A new ship enters The harbour Life Life is futile Suffering And Enjoyable I love it, I hate it I live it REALISTION: I smile I cry I am angry Hungry I am eager Sad I didn't change The world didn't change Nothing did But How come it feels like Time stood still? I was high On sadness and, pills And now... I am not I manage Somehow Like I Always Did