Mad World

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World
Mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World
Mad World
Enlarging your world
Mad World.

It's a mad mad world. Music comes to haunt me again. I am staring at the screen for no obvious reason. The opening piano is enough to take you away. Maybe its not the best song to hear to, but I still like the lyrics.

The dreams in which I am dying are the best I've ever had. Do you know how it feels like to die in your dreams? It's a feeling of complete helplessness. Quiet tears roll down your cheeks and they are very invisible. You would'nt want them to be visible either. It's so true that when you feel like that - its both funny and sad. I always give out a small laugh at such a time, telling myself - not again kiddo, we've been thru this before. It's sad cos it is. You can see those dreams haunting you over and over again. And no one sees them but you. No one understands why they will always be dreams but you. And then those dreams kill you, stab you, murder every inch of your soul. What do you do then? Turn your anger outwards and murder that person that carries that soul. Make him a complete fool.

And then you get shallower with each murder committed. And you cease to know the person that was once was you. Why is everyone running for something. But maybe this is not at all about others, its about your ownself and your own inability to transform your lucid dreams into something more real. But looking at them now, dreams look good as dreams, trying to grasp them is out of the question. Maybe cos all you will end up holding ur hand is air. It's just one life, and why does it all have to be so funnily complicated. Nothing is going to change and tomorrow will certainly come unless you have had enough of killing yourself each day. And maybe that day you would be somewhere better..........