What do I do?
where am I to?
everything a perfect misfit
and I am too
my skies never end their sway,
their circles push me as I lay,
as if tied by feet, unwilling my spirit,
I hear them say,
farther away, farther away
from her dreams that seemed real,
from shadows that gave her a veil.
What do I do?
where am I to?
stuck in a capsule that knows not to move
nightmare that has seemingly come true
nothing happens ever, here
in these lanes I grow grey and impair
so much to do ,
but shackled to root,
despair turns me insane.
they are on their way,
circling skies, dwindling worlds,
I need to run far away, far away.
What do I do?
where am I to?
everthing a perfect misfit
I don’t want to be one too.
