What drives you again and again to stress
That turmoil in your soul
The answer is simple
You are no longer in control

Environment, your work, the others
They always get the blame
But really you have to look
At your own impatience in shame

By becoming not accepting
The world offering you dreams
Aim yourself at realisation
From that which is or seems

So through your own thinking
You make a repressed wildness for yourself
And every exclamation of protest resounds
In your spiritual depths in and of itself

So you try to spend less time
For energy with things that strife
To achieve some balance and peace
Instead of yearning smouldering your life