Running In Circles Inside of a Cube

running in circles inside a cube up the stairs and out the window downstairs over a fence then under ground no ground above dirt fills my lungs living off the dirt a specks child twisted and warped flesh like a tarp cold air and water mild dry skys tears acid wears on my minds eye nothing worth all this time life was fine smile now your not alone slowly you turn to stone sitting in water unaware your only sand just the same I am a man sitting in time turning into the dirt that I breathe