Being Sick on a Merry-Go-Round

we say
how sweet the sound
as empty messages play loud
what do you care about?
can't think as these pictures race round

things aren't easy
has hope left me?

regrets haunt me
why must I be
clouded by me?
can't I just be?

I can explore new avenues
new alternatives
but the feeling that I will never see real change grows ever stronger
I can't imagine how we'll ever move forward

history's mistakes repeated in one lifetime

somehow it always gets worse
and we come to care less