The always comes a time
When I question my mind
And everything that runs through
Where my insanity becomes truth
Oh the days blur up
And I am going blind
Just another step
to loosing my mind
I search for answers
For questions no one asked
Except my irascible soul
The road is long and made of stones
Still I stay in pure ebullence
Oh it is going to be a long road to home
Venting no one needs to know its meaning but feel free to comment though
