To and Fro in endless swing
No time to stop and breathe it seems
The hustle and bustle
That becomes our cage
The key to which is hidden away
Then all of a sudden we take a breath
And the walls that we\'ve built fade away
And simple beauties once ignored
Present themselves like trinkets on a market stall
Then as fast as it came, it goes again
And we slip back into that endless swing
Waiting till we can breathe again