Screaming inside; There’s no one who hears. Aching inside, For too many years. Frustration, inside; There’s no one who sees. Desperation, inside, The frantic disease. Inside, all inside; Appearing unstirred. Untroubled, outside; The tempest unheard.
Take me out unto the day, Take me from this night; Drown the moon, Set sun alight, And take me far away. Play me then a merry tune, Play me from my woes; Banish mind, My thoughts compose, And play my afternoon. Hide me now, and keep me blind! Hide me from the truth: Darkness [...]
I’m finding myself, There I am; then lost again. Where should I look now?