A plague that has no cure,

A boil that cannot be lanced,

A mind that cannot be tamed,

I close my eyes and it only replays,

Once. Twice. Thrice,

Like a broken record,

Like the certainty of sunrise,

Once. Twice. Thrice.

But a plague needs a cure,

But A boil has to be lance,

But A mind has to be tamed,

Yet I close my eyes,

And it only,

Replays.