Preoccupied with structure
Regulated actions fall far from fulfillment
Where spontaneity should erupt
A time frame is applied
Regulating every bit of information

Finding out the simple, productive just as well
Changing patterns, leaving regiments behind
Follow nothing, be taken by the wind
Shifting us from side to side
In a randomized fashion

Boredom struck a cord
Frozen in a spatial time and space
Got to be another way,
To arouse self growth once again
Admit the depth of our own complexity

Like trees growing in every which way
Living within an unrecognizable shape
Finding our own vague formation