You feel a restlessness about it all,
And it dawns upon you every time that perhaps things are not so different,
The ups and downs,
It seems as if they have all amounted to the same trends,
Predictable and humorous in its movements, you silently observe,
There doesn’t seem to be an end to it, just constant movement,
Ultimately leading to the same place every time.
It is futile to wish for anything else,
So you wait for it all to finally reach the end,
Independent of your will.