What do you do, where do you come from What makes you happy What is life all about ' for you
The more I talk to people the stronger I feel - We are all disillusioned No one more confused than the other In a spiral we may never come out of In a race we may never win
What is that race Why are we in that race We don't want to be a part of that race It's the 'old' race of chasing dreams
Whose dreams are these They don't seem to be mine But we are 'programmed' to still chase them and still be unhappy They mustn't be my dreams
Why aren't we happy What makes us happy Do we need new dreams Or, is there something wrong with the race itself No one seems to know
