Midnight In The Garden of Ghandi and Steiner

You're disappointed with your life and how it works for you

You tend to make grandiose plans that always boomerang

You never thought back then that it would all turn out like this

You saw yourself on a white horse only to do the shoveling

You crawl inside of it every chance you get

Trying in vain to keep demons at bay

They shut down all your dreams, and so you just shut them out

And swallowed your escape in an ever changing world of things

A well that's tapped too often will eventually run dry

While every thirsty mouth exclaims that it has its special needs

You run away from it every chance you get

Trying to deny that it ever happened

But it creeps up on you every chance it gets

And picks the calouses you call emotions