On These Days...

every thing’s stagnant, inert and i feel so far away.
i’ve got so much more to accept, i’ve got so much more to say,
i felt sullen and depressed with thing i needed off my chest.
i’ve go so much more to accept i’ve got so much more to say.
i was beat up by the pictures in my mind,
i saw heat and fire come to take your place,
walked thought brilliant light on my way to see you,
i can’t move at all with my feet in quicksand.
if you went a million miles away i would be sitting here wondering what to say.
i’ve seen the out come and i’m hoping that it never ends