The way of the world I see,
Where new is replacing old;
Mind replacing soul,
Synchronicity of social norms relegated,
Hunting for the heart of gold.
The river grows during the monsoon;
Quashing happiness downstream,
Where mind marches at boundless haste;
To unknown habitat painfully serene,
We now orchestrate sleep never to dream.
Thrust your heart into your soul,
Thrust happiness and ensue the old;
Break the rules of the new school;
Freedom today is only for the fools?
Shove some laughter into our dead pools.
Close your eyes to open within,
Lock your mind to sink in;
Join the wayward wind in its flight;
Draw the curtain to see the light,
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