Midnight In The Garden of Ghandi and Steiner

You're disappointed with your life and how it works for you
You tend to make grandiose plans that always boomerang
You never thought back then that it would all turn out like
 this
You saw yourself on a white horse only to do the shoveling

You crawl inside of it every chance you get
Trying in vain to keep demons at bay

They shut down all your dreams, and so you just shut them 
out
And swallowed your escape in an ever changing world of 
things
A well that's tapped too often will eventually run dry
While every thirsty mouth exclaims that it has its special 
needs

You run away from it every chance you get
Trying to deny that it ever happened
But it creeps up on you every chance it gets
And picks the calouses you call emotions