We already tried distracted 

We already tried disconnection

We already tried alcohol 

We already tried to escape in stories 

We already tried to be angry at the world 

We already lashed out

We already tried closing doors,

shelling in

We already tried inconsistencies 

And we tried sorrows our own and those of others

We already tried discontent and cynicism 

So what’s left dear soul? Should we surrender to your mystery?