this is the life i’ve been dealt
so there is no escape
but every night i travel to places that carry
that carry away all these burdens i wish to leave

there is a circle that i draw everyday
and traverse through in an infinite loop
the trees outside sway with gentle disposition
who is alive and who is free
is it me or is it the things i see

everyday you see me but you never do
this circle has enslaved me to feelings i pretend
there lives a man within who is sizing me up
contempt at all these buried nodes of dreams i have hidden deep
for someone else

don’t you fret now, i am not calling you a thief
this is something i stole from my self
these questions i need answering to have no teacher
but me

~ by utgard on August 7, 2010.

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