Sometimes things seem so clear,
yet, looking back so cloudy,
Unsure of every move i've made,
But so sure of what it is i've craved,
Lost, found, Left - spinning around,
Tears of fear, those tears of joy,
Trying to find just one safe place,
The people i've know, yet not known at all,
Searching for a mind, for a soul,
But that of a soul thats already left,
Why is it that i need someone,
Yet all these years i survive, alone.
Need or want? Rope or chains?
That unbreakable lock surrounding my head,
Everythings changing,
Yet you and i, him or her, us or them, all remain the same.
