I roam the places in my head waiting to find a calm,
I roam these streets in my head waiting to find my self.
I lay here staring blank into the never ending desperate beyond,
hoping to make sense of it all,
is what you live by a lie?
is what you live by a dream,
when i close my eyes i see these truths unfolding ,
like a bleeding wound i caused,
the guilt is the same ,
the shame is the same.
the gut feeling that injustice is mine, yours, ours.
we swim in circles in our sticky untruths,
not realizing the waters getting murky.
the harder you move, the harder it is to see the spring in the the middle of the sludge,
to get to the purity, we must lay still,
and all will come to us and to us all.