( Note : This isn't much of a song. It's a poem with barely any good rhymes )

And so it starts, a rummage of thoughts
Bouncing around, bouncing about.
And thus comes a mind, young and bright
Yet it flickers then, cause it is stuck alight.

" Tis just another test of time. This too will pass; this too will pass" He says to himself, for he make believes the imposing truth.

For he believes that this is the eye of the storm. That in due time, the other half will pass.
For he sees that in the eyes of the storm, he is in the eye.
And so he says, he will learn to ruse.

Which he wants, is far from his wish. As from his storm, there is no eye. So he will suffer, till the end of time.

As there is no calm, or no eye; to his storm.

The young yearn for freedom, to be free like a flock of birds.
Not truly of the leash, but enough to soar.
So they will reach the sky, while still ground to the floor.

And for every man, there will come a time. Where his mind is passed through a test, to make him realize.
If he truly is, the one he thinks. Or if he is just another, who passes in a blink.

Sacrifices may be made, lives may be left behind.
But one's lie isn't karma, for they won't be returned in kind.
In the end even though he knows, that his thoughts and wishes are for naught after all
He still foolishly waits for the calm to call.

*****

*sighs
This is beyond stoopid.