maybe I should have more patience   a paradox posing as a problem   awash in a sea of nonsense   spun around, and around, and back again      I want too much    I'll tell you   I want too much   complicate you   I want too much   rearrange you   I want too much      everday the sun shines brighter   everyway time keeps dividing   tell me when, can I go to the park   and ride around with my dream girl      all work no play   nothing to say    sooner or later      can it be true   the words you tell   take it or leave it       time goes by    not getting any younger   whine, whine, whine      maybe I should log my feelings   take a pill, swallow my conscience   but this robot has his grip    and he might never change