From the day you are born You are fed with the illusion Expected to play a role, to serve a purpose No room for inquire No questioning allowed Just forced to join this herd Then your naive self is all wired Full of ideals, hopes and desires Another fool to join the race What is it that you expect to get? Eventually you'll realize There is no winner, there's no prize Where is it that you expect to arrive? Rolling this boulder all your life Controlling, possessing So urged for the outcome Constantly missing The wonders before you Scheming and planning Obsessed with tomorrow Too busy with anticipation To savor the moment At the top of the hill the boulder will roll Life will have happened while you pushed a stone Doomed to start over like Sisyphus before 'Til the end of your days.