You just know something isn't right, but you can't put your finger on it. Or, maybe it's not just one thing, it's everything and nothing at all.
Thinking about how so few have so much, while so many have so little. About how some can afford a few more years, while other's have to settle for an early rest.
It's coming at you from all directions. You try to make yourself numb, but nothing is strong enough. Keeps at you, cutting and cutting and cutting. Nowhere to hide.
Then a random song lyric takes over. The chaos disperses... and a mystic joy washes through your soul. You stop, listen, and let the medicine seep in.
You're born again.
"If I ventured in the slipstream
Between the viaducts of your dreams
Where immobile steel rims crack
And the ditch in the back roads stop
Could you find me
Would you kiss-a my eyes
Lay me down
In silence easy
To be born again"