The warm and jolly streams of wind 

Are finding paths all through my hair

Just to escape the summer sun

And hope that it won't find them there.

 

They played this game all through my past,

But for today I couldn't care.

I have a problem on my mind 

Thant won't disolve in boiling air.

 

I dream of rest for broken minds.

I dream of peace inside my head.

The one I owned when I was young.

The one that seems to be so dead.

 

The broken lenses in my eyes 

Make my existance seem obscure 

And as the months burn day by day

I am still searching for the cure.

 

The pills! 

The friends!

The thursday talks!

However, I am still not sure

If I am still here 

And you are still there.

Perhaps one day 

Ill find the cure.