The clock is looping over and over again
The curtains are drawn, shutters shut tight
The world is a grey road of pain
So, I prefer the sidewalks at night

The trains flies and whizzes along the tracks
Computers and technologies are like my right hand
For science and reason, I’ve got a knack
Yet, why do I enjoy the hills, the beach with its blanket’s-sand

Little rebellions swell, with little flair and grace
The daffodils are brightening at dawn
And although to a futile happiness I give chase
The small bits are what keep me strong

When I lay on the soft blades of grass
Laughing and wishing I could bathe in the dewdrops
When I decide my heart and not the mass
All of my world, my sadness, my despair just stops

And although this system I can never escape
Little rebellions, like flowers, will bloom
They’ll join together and give shape
To the hero which contrasts society’s doom