
My mind races...
like a tornado the whirlwind chases
I ask myself questions centered in confusion...
I begin to wonder what is real and what is dilusion
The simple is made difficult...
I awaken only with a jolt
My anger rises and so I stutter...
Watch me as I storm through the clutter
A single line, but now there's three...
Are these muttled words coming out of me
Should I try to explain so that you understand...
While I am smiling, I struggle getting out of the quick sand
Every day is so mundane...
Maybe I truly am insane
Where does all this come from...
Buried somewhere deep inside my dome
Everything is fine, it's all ok...
Aparently I'm not sure what I am trying to say
Kwick