as it spins round
people gather with out a frown
some people up some people down
i bow down to the one with the crown
for it is holy and worshiped from all over town
some watch i just stand astounded
standing here lost
while other people know what it cost
your soul, life, future
i have no idea what it is but it ties me together like a suture does a wound
do i like it?
it sticks to me like glue
who is person you talk about of out of the blew
is it like the sun or is like dew?
the view cuts me deep the deeper the brew
no one knew
should i stay or should i slew
my heart bleeds out for answers with every passing day
wishing someone would come my way
just like a beautiful sunset on a gorgeous bay
i think i believe
or do i need to leave
who is the one people say they worship and why dont i feel the same
i hate but i love when they say his name
maybe i am too tame
or they are just lame
but they are the one to blame
they are the one bowing down to the picture in the frame
i restrain myself and walk away
to my dismay
i leave
it felt like an attack
i do believe but not in that
i shall never look back.