I am a trespasser in my own life
One who violates my own rights
Barricade my dreams
I find my soul on a Friday night
And let it go on a Sunday
As the blues leak in
I have grown roots I thought I needed
They tied me down and left me stranded
Now I nurture them because I grew them
I am not a tree
But like a blind man with no sense of time
I do not know what I am doing
I cannot remember what I did last week
I cannot make plans for a future when I don't know where I want to be