The time that was mine never happened
The comfort forever just a dream
I can't make myself happy by tapping keys
Creating worlds, pretty sounds or new ideas

Now I've grown I understand, as somehow I always did
That my dreams are just like anyone else's
The idyllic land of pleasure doesn't happen for hardly anyone
Is life what you make of it or what you get?

I've heard one or two reports of happy marriage
But I think mostly that ideal's an illusion
A two-thirds divorce rate, and he puts it so well:
"Most people's problems start when they get married."

The Balance of life ain't so balanced
And he has the scars to tell the tale
I feel something deeply wrong
With our social system
But I don't believe it's ever gonna change

Pursuit of happiness is the only thing
Social factors always the key
What's written in my brain, can it ever be changed?
If it can I don't care how, when or why

The hunt for new targets carries on
That most of the world fights over status is clear
There is not one revolutionary idea
That could transform the heart of the world

A challenge stands before me, I never thought of it like this
I always shy away from it or I'm too tired or
It doesn't even come into my head
Making it my true aspiration rather than an aftereffect I hope to get
The active pursuit of happiness

High hopes can be dangerous and the opposite can as well
Reality is what matters and it won't sit still while I grasp it
Determination can lead to frustration and being more gutted when you fail
I wish all moments were like this one, the soul asylum, the breathing space.