Change Is a Fool's Pipedream

What good is a dream

If I lay down at three and cannot go to sleep?

What good is a song

If it can't hit a little too close to home?

And at what point do you give it up

Accept defeat and you let your eyelids shut

What good are all these words

If communicating, don't do nothing but hurt?

It seems people don't know how to talk

Well, I reckon I don't either

But I sure don't get mad over naught

Before I do, I'll take a breather

What good is this world

If we're all caught up in this catastrophic swirl of

Self-enslavement and unchanged?

It's ever turning, but it always stays the same

True colors show when the seasons change

Like if a colored TV show just up and fades to gray

Press rewinds all you might

The colors won't come back overnight