September 23, 2010

What is wrong with my world?

A bolt to my door is all I need
To shut this world that I have seen
A fragment of thought to empathize
Became a dagger of hurt that feels like ice
The race to reach the life’s mountain top
The pace that will bring this all to a final stop
I want to hide myself from this weirdness crying out loud
And kill the norm which stays as my cloud
A piece of advice that I turn to a few
Blend in and survive is all I hear in lieu.