Learn To Be Still

It's just another day in paradise, as you stumble to your bed. You'd give anything to silence -- those voices! ringing in your head.

You thought you could find happiness, just over that green hill. You thought you would be satisfied...

...But you never will learn to be still.

We are like sheep without a shepherd; we don't know how to be alone. So we wander 'round this desert, and wind up following the wrong gods home.

But the flock cries out for another. And they keep answering that bell.

And one more starry-eyed messiah meets a violent farewell. Learn to be still.

Now, the flowers in your garden, they don't smell so sweet. Maybe you've forgotten the heaven lying at your feet?

There are so many contradictions in all these messages we send: we keep asking, "How do I get out of here? Where do I fit in?" Though the world is torn and shaken -- even if your heart is breaking -- it's waiting for you to awaken.

And someday, you will learn to be still.

(You just keep on running, keep on running...)

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The above are lyrics from Eagles' "Learn to be Still". I felt like experimenting with structure and punctuations, hence the prose style. Does it work? =P Just realized that verses don't really need to flow as paragraphs do.

And the whole Hell Freezes Over is so recommended.