Confuzed
Confused and scared, for the present
and the future, I resent
what has happened but
it cannot be taken back, in a rut
waiting for the inevitable
waiting till I am able
to leave this world of toil and sin
but we are all in
this giant game that nobody will be
leaving, you will see
someday soon
that this is just one giant room
and there are no doors
and no way to dig through the floors
just stuck
until the sandman will tuck
you into bed one last time
and sing you the rhyme
"For whom the
bell tolls for, it tolls for thee"
Copyright © Andrew Henry | Year Posted 2010
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