TRAPPED
Like I had one body two hearts
I keep getting torn apart
Doubt of doubts in myself creeps inside
I cannot decide
Who is wrong and who is right?
It’s hard to discern
Who will be seen and who will be heard?
It’s hard to decide
I hear different words from different voices
Which one is right?
What do I follow is it my mind or is my heart?
Help me decide
I pour water to douse the wars raging inside my hut
But the waters bring down the walls
I keep fighting myself spilling my own blood
Am edging closer to self destruct
My blood has turned against itself like sickle-cell attack
Stuck am caught in the middle hurt I can’t go back
And I can’t go forth
GREY
No new days
Yesterday is today again
No new changes
Yesterday replays again
No new stories
Old dull stories retold again
Walk this path today
Tomorrow follow the path again
There is no room for invention
Follow the fools and don’t question.
RELATE
Before you say me
You only heard of me
Before you knew me
You only saw me
Before I spoke
I bet you only guessed
Now that you know me
Do you see me
As you saw me then?
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