Its a Refrain

It's a refrain from the pain Endless list of impossibilities Concealing, aligning with atrocities Glamorizing, appetizing ponderous existence Of delusional falsehood, negatives overriding Employing good yet morbid songs its a refrain And I wonder again Relaxing, exercising, the cranium, the brain Circumstances advancing, the matrix expands Of possibilities and probabilities and ideological songs Tunes of complex rhythms The voice the ear So far, yet ever so near It is the refrain, gravitating again A moment in time to alleviate the stress Cool breeze blowing, with its gentle rustle Some folks walking, others skylarking And I recline in stupendous gaze relaxing the cranium, enjoying the laze.