Mind

Marching down the road
every day for far too long
and nothing ever changed as long as you can think
Asking once again
what if this would be the end
was it worth it or did you pass the missing link?
Trying to make sense
in little signs that in the end
prove to be nothing more than scribbles drawn with ink
And it’s hard to still pretend
that every second of your life
has been planned by others just to see you sink
And then you close your eyes
and take a look around
it’s where you’ll always go to have your sacred ground
It’s here to keep you save
a place where you can hide
no matter what is wrong you’ll reach the other side
To have the liberty
to do what makes you free
no longer limited to all the things you see
It’s here to keep you save
a place where you can hide
no matter what is wrong you’ll reach the other side