Lines I'm sure could change the world,
burn the tip of my tongue.
I put them down on paper, oh! hell ...
they came out wrong!
Maybe if I started over,
from a different point of view,
All the words would fall in place
the way I meant them too.
A voice echoes inside my head,
"there is no master plan,
little fool, when will you learn,
nobody gives a damn."
An image in a mirror?
Just a shadow on a wall?
Sometimes I wonder if
I'm really here at all.
Searching for direction,
afraid of what I"ll find.
A total contradiction,
just a victim of the times.