Development as a chance
Thoughts of a rhyme
A rotten guess
That missed the truth
More than a hundred times
But it is dressed
By your wasted youth
Just as if it was a sign
And you believe
In the rusted ways
Designed by your weak mind
But all that we've
Found in our days
Shows we're not meant to find
Doo doo no one knows what's true
Doo doo no one knows what's true
A rotten hope
Beside any truth
Makes us love, smile and think
A futurescope
Would surely help to choose
Between two options and their link
Well, that seems to be the only way
To avoid the well known days
And to come to where we cannot guess
But those for which we will be past
But what is "real"
Is just one point to know
What is useful? would be still unknown
And how we feel
Is very hard to show
So "how to keep ourselves growin'?"
Well, that seems to be the only way
To avoid the well known days
And to come to where we cannot guess
But those for which we will be past
Doo doo no one knows what's true