I am misguided.
Running rampant and blinded
Through the thicket of a crazied man's mind
Like a forest of a deep green being devoided of all it's life, ****** dry. Now grey and dying
I run, and see in the distance.
The end of the forest all grey and twisted
To the place where I once existed
A home.
But further and further my home stretches
Deeper and deeper into the forest now dead and blackened
I run, I acream, I want to go home
Bir the forest, and all its dead branches
Hold me to where I am to stay
This crazed man's mind, I am to pray.
I hope I go home. But this is now where I stay.
Do I have a choice?
Is it mind over matter?
Or matter over mind?
A forest, a crazed man's mind
No other options, or am I clearly just blind?
I want to go home, out of this forest of black
To the place where I belong, to a feeling long lost gone
There is no other option or is that just my mind?
Or the others around me
Holding me tied
These answers, I may  not know
But what I do know is I just want to go home.