People want to know the answers, but dont want to look in.
They see themselves as cancer and filled with sin.
Sleep all night and dread the day, lay in bed opening the gateway.
They forget themselves and look away, only to stray in a dream foreplay.
The questions still remain but the pain is now chained.
The pillow holds the brain, once again.
But the alarm goes off and its time to start the day.
Only to say,  "today is grey, why am I headed this way?"