Day By Day

Day by day we fail to see the cage that holds our sanity We do not know the folds upon the brain And if we did I doubt we could know half the things we think we should For without wings birds would never fly. Why must we try? Reaching out we're falling fast Seconds, minutes rushing past Hours, days, strata of time A grotesque tragic pantomime Caught inside a logic trap No way out and no way back Ever falling, ever fearing Sense the bottom somewhere nearing Faster pumps the living blood Awaiting the bone-breaking thud Blood and bleeding Crying, needing Help And dying.