I’m in a phase I’d like to erase Or slip out sideways. I’m swimming in a sea Alien to me And I want be free. I don’t want this to last So I swim fast Trying to escape the past. But I’m tied to this place And the past keeps pace Slapping me in the face. How high should I reach To get to the beach Where my tongue can find freedom of speech. Am I running out of time Can I call back my prime Or is it buried in grime? Will time tell If I dwell In a place like hell? Or is it the battle of the mind That slips out to find What is unkind? Must I then grin And fight the sin The battle to win - The beasts of thought within.