What if I blindfold myself
For the rest of my life?
A good riddance of all evil
That I see each day?
My ears will still hear the bad!
There is no escape route,
Though all are in search of one.
The man who locks himself in
A secluded hermitage is
Escaping the lurking moment,
Another one is seen
Getting drifted in a rollicking stream,
A reluctant soul, he's escaping himself!

Dreamers are not dead though,
Days of change are what they want.
Can you change me, dear, if
I am not changing myself?
Yes, I'm not strong enough
To brew a storm of change.

So I wait, wait, wait..

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