Draw me something,
Draw the line
connecting what we did to what happens now.
I dont understand how we changed
not sure Ill ever know.
Its all circles, colliding spheres,
I closed off, chaos appears.
Once we were all smiles and plans,
and dressing up to go
playing outside playing cars,
now its all been tamed, I yell
Dont stop! Dont leave me here!
Dont stop. Wont get caught again.
You cant go. Theres no sense anymore.
A tap of tears and a veil of guilt
taunt me now.
Growing growing growing gone,
years pick up speed again.
Throw me pointers,
no more jibes.
Theres this ancient knot inside my chest.
It works its way into my throat.
Will not let these stories out.
Refusal works, it always wins,
too much thought, too few grins.
Free you say, free to roam,
but down below
Father, Mother, always guiding,
pointing out a world I refuse to know.
Dont Stop!,
say its all OK.
You say, Wheres the ache of freedom?
Wheres the devils whispers?
This is the sweetest pain,
run and run and run and run.
Jump up as far as you can, shake your head
and breathe.