Enclosed, that is what I feel.
Trapped inside myself.
World are you truly real
my soul can't find your wealth.

Broken, fallen deep inside
struggling to find out.
Each tiny step, each stride
takes me around about.

Lost, no destination
to many roads to take.
On the train without a station
hurting through mistakes.

Heavy, weighed down by life
wanting to forget.
Each thought recalls a moments strife
my heart fills with regret.

Time, it goes so fast
my youth seems to fly by
the good things never last
like birds they take to the sky.

Hope, where can I buy it?
I once heard it was free.
There isn't any where in sight
hope isn't there for me.

Pain, it lives Inside me
my greatest friend and foe.
Its presents destroys me
but still it will not go.

Life, is all I hold
my claim on it is week
But its worth, or so I am told
can give me all I see.