Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion
I was soaring ever higher
But I flew too high

Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreaming
I can hear them say

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, well
It surely means that I don't know

On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune
But I hear the voices say

Carry on my wayward son
There'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more

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Yes, these are parts of the lyrics of the song linked above.
Many people interpret this song as having some kind of religious meaning. But only now I seem to realize that parts of this song are awkwardly close to my personal situtation and of things to come. As in literal mind patterns, events and, very rarely, emotional situations.

Quite funny, slightly scary.


Oh, yes. I am still alive but inactive to the point where the average water molecule in a glacier during a global ice age could be considered hyperactive.