OK
Just what does this mean?
You dangle sanity
like a carrot
and
I'm expected to be grateful?
Months
months and dreary months
bloody months of silence.
when does this all end?
Oh to fly,
to soar,
some say on wings
but I think they lie.
So,
I say
I'm turning around,
circles upon circles,
tell me
please
am I am trying to run
chained to the one spot.
Whose spot is this?
Who decided it was mine?
Oh to fly,
to soar,
some say on wings
but I think they lie.
So, silent chain,
where does that leave me
now?