There is no change, things are how they always were,

Too many times do I fall for this trick.

"This time will be different I'm sure!"

But the ways of the past will always stick. 

Every moment races , life happens so fast,

Every thought, every whisper, every dream

All of them of  future and of the past. 

All drift away because they are so much bleaker than they seem. 

Why do I keep sleeping? 

Clearly dreams do not come true

Maybe its those shallow hopes I'm keeping

that someday this pain will be through

Dreams are misleading, they put reality in a blur,

Stop dreaming. Things will always be as they always were.