My soul has been wandering so far only to reach square one.
I asked me what's been achieved, there's only one big shiny "?" hanging above my nose.
Just like Radiohead's Creep," ... what the hell am I doing here; I don't belong here...."
It feels like slowly digested inside some beast's bowel; a mind-numbing pain
I swing from one day to another,
like taking the steep, uphill route of a mountain
Only think 2 steps ahead, never more
Just to maintain sanity in the thickened air
Will there be a heavenly summit?
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