Fire of life once held inside Flickering dimly holding out to die Clockwork held in place Constant weight, sense of purpose decays Haze of mediocrity and vain Corrodes the will, forcing us down Lacking another way Never turning it around Look through the centre of their eyes Cycles of bland routine Haze of mediocrity and vain Pushing down in frozen miles The looming fear, assured impending pain Blinds us to the lies we hold inside