The storm is brewing
The wind spits parked cars left right and center
Sometimes I'm in the middle of the universe
Wide eyed
Confused
And lost
Alone and scared
Locked in a cage like a bird
Gripping to metal bars
And poor sounding electronica
Dancing all night
And sleeping all day
Hands blistered
Trying to hold on
While the world spins too fast
Change is too hard
Time is too short
Kids are too young
Adults are too old
Something has to give
Because standing in the middle
Makes me forget the reasons
Of why I should live