Inner Turbulence
All of my reality is but a painting
pasted over jaded eyes
When I sleep I cannot scream
When I wake still in the dream
All of our hopes
echoed in the children’s cries
Who do we hang when all are to blame?
Where do we go where we can hide all our shame?
Perhaps the world will be a better place
when it withers, crumbles, dies
I walk on a road that no one can find
I walk on the road as broken as my own kind
I stumble and fall into my own mind
I seal my dreams in this prison to which I’m confined
(2013)
