That is how I wish it were.
Put no effort, no time, no shot.
But still, give a little and gain a lot.
No motivation, whatsoever.
How your mind teases you. Clever.
You yearn to reach a certain destination,
But something stops you, perhaps a manmade creation.
Your thoughts unravel as time goes by
Telling you this and that. Why, oh why.
But before you realise, you've lost control,
Maybe it was fate, perhaps nothing at all