Trapped in the anxiety
created by society.
It forged a mist and it won't let us go.
Feel the churning hollow pain
at the centre of your brain.
There's nothing really there,
and if there is, why care?
They'll ask you what the point is,
a question that still taunts us,
but the question makes no difference,
and the judgment has no existence.
Should we, or could we flee?
Will we ever be free?
We run, but it's always near.
The unshifting terror, strapping you down.
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 3:16 PM UTC
Trapped in the anxiety
created by society.
It forged a mist and it won't let us go.
Feel the churning hollow pain
at the centre of your brain.
There's nothing really there,
and if there is, why care?
They'll ask you what the point is,
a question that still taunts us,
but the question makes no difference,
and the judgment has no existence.
Should we, or could we flee?
Will we ever be free?
We run, but it's always near.
The unshifting terror, strapping you down.
So am I crazy? I don't know. I don't know.
