The sun bathes my skin, the cool water washes away my worry.
The soft sand is my support, the taste of salt on my lips rejuvenates.
My body is light, my mind is strong, my soul is free.

Happiness is fleeting
Society is crippling
Culture lies in defeat,
strangled by an Invisible Hand
We are left to walk alone.

Appreciation is bought
Education is locked away
Humanity lies in a haze,
addicted to their drugs
We are slaves to the free market.

My perspective is Unique,
       and at times troublesome
I see the world differently

Looking into someone’s eyes,
       I see what pains them most
Reading someone’s face,
       I see the pain up close
I see the world differently

My heart is full of empathy,
       though my face is blank
To show what I see in others seems illogical,
       if only to spare them pain
I see the world differently

Instead I laugh and smile,
       in hopes it will be returned
And if it is genuine,
       Than I have found a friend
I see the world differently

The winds of change are in the air
Songs of fear fill my ear
The past fades away, the present lingers on, the future drifts ahead

I’m back to square one
Sitting alone, on a stoop on a hill
Thinking over … What went wrong

I’m back to square one
lost once again
I followed the path and it led me right back
back to where I started from
sitting alone, on a stoop on a hill
Thinking over … What went wrong

I’m looking out, I’m looking in
but I’m not seeing
my thoughts drift away
from what I came here to do
my mind is a sponge, but no one bothered to squeeze out the water
Its starting to rot, I must have forgot
Because here I am once again,
Back at square one

Moving forward, Moving Back it doesn’t matter
I always end up standing still
There’s nowhere for me to go
unless it’s away from here
I’m back at square one
sitting alone, on a stoop on a hill
Thinking over … What went wrong

My life is a mess
controlled chaos can never be neat
My mind screams to be free
and then whispers for stability

Quite the conundrum
An infinite paradox
The path is a circle, So I’m standing still
Here at square one
On a stoop on a hill
Thinking over … What went wrong