I have come to the conclusion That life is mass confusion Everything is complicated And everything is interrelated There is no perfect solution It will always be full of involution There is no absolute cure For this I am sure So we sit in life's hole Without condole Prepare for what's ahead And try not to dread Coming at you fast Is life's next task What do you do? It's up to you Run away and hide Or stay out and collide The fight of life It's a bitter strife In the end do you win or lose? To give up or never refuse? Someday we will understand Until then we must withstand