What do I see
When I look around me?
I see the suffering of others
I see cruelty and greed

I see broken hopes
And ruptured dreams
Like jeans under tension
That pops at the seams

I see a world of grey
Of small mistakes unforgiven
I see those who suffer
At the hands of those anger-driven

I see the marks on the hands
Of those brutally treated
I see inside these people
To the depression deep-seated

But as observant as I am
To the world all around
From deep inside of myself
No hope utters a sound.

I may strive for the future
But it’s a future to which I am blind
It’s a future of complete darkness
And thus my drive is hard to find.

I cannot see what lies ahead
And this dark tunnel scares me
I cannot open up to the world
This bird cannot go free.


I am physically, emotionally
And psychologically incapable
Of unwinding my restrictions
Wound by tension, my nervousness palpable.

Whenever I set foot
Into the outside world
With another vicious day,
Comes the stage scenery unfurled.

Day after day,
The same old scene
Act One of this play,
Part 16.

All I hope is that,
With my observant mind
That I have revealed to you
That our lives are a grind.

They just keep going on,
Going strong.
For those with the power,
For those in the wrong.

And it is us who suffer
At the hands of injustice
And with our worthless lives
Comes a lack of substance.

Within myself,
Is emptiness undefined
It stretches on forever
To my soul it binds.



Once I am free of this bond,
The sky is not even a limit
The success for me out there,
Is completely infinite.

But this is an assumption
I cannot see my future
Knowing this and capable of nothing
Is one’s own torture.