We play this game round and round
no one is lost yet no one is found 
walking through day as if it is night 
and waking in sweat to wonder about life 
worry is the new norm and has settled on faces 
has settled in scorn in all the wrong places
we blame the right they blame the fight 
we blame till we forget the point of this plight 
we are the survivors in this season of the absurd
walking in circles till our voices are heard 
but we are still walking and we won't stop
because change is inevitable unless you drop