If you're well worth the trouble?
Or will you burst my bubble?
I needn't leave my room to take its balm.
The skies of San Diego soothe and calm.
Who am I? Am I doing well?
What do I want? What are my dreams?
Where am I bound? Do tell.
Without commitment, what is there to do?
So many of our dreams are dissipated.
The whole damn system smells of hokus-pokus.
How can we still believe these threadbare jokers?